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Of course Steveâs birthday is on Christmas.
Itâs like the universe aligned perfectly for his parents to ignore his existence. Sure, he got enough presents to cover both when he was younger, when his parents wanted a perfect family holiday card to send out, but it was never about Steve.
When he got older, it was so easy for them to wrap it all up in one, mail him a check from whatever city, until the cards stopped saying happy birthday at all. Steve started wrapping it all up in one too. If his parents were going to leave him alone on Christmas and forget his birthday, itâs better at the same time, one less day of the year to be disappointed.
He hates December. He hates winter. He hates being surrounded by all those pretty lights taunting him for being alone in the dark.
He sort of forgets he has a birthday, until the last couple of years with Robin and the kids. He always tells them his Christmas present can double as his birthday present. Robin never goes for that though, she only gets him a birthday present.
Now comes Eddie. He doesnât know about the wrap it up in one deal. He doesnât know that Steve gets all broody around the subject. Heâs just sitting next to Steve on the couch, going on about the fishing trip heâs taking Wayne on for his upcoming birthday.
It sounds nice. Itâs only one weekend. Steve shouldnât feel a pit in his stomach that already misses Eddie. Theyâre just friends, they canât spend every weekend together, as much as Steve likes tagging along with whatever Eddieâs doing, he has to give him space.
âYeah so itâs nothing compared to a big Harrington bash,â Eddie teases, passing Steve the joint, âSay, am I cool enough now to be invited to your birthday rager this year? When is it anyway?â
And thatâs a simple question, but Steve doesnât know what it is about Eddie that just draws the truth out of him, that makes him give the not simple answer. He blows out smoke and all the years of forgotten birthdays wrapped in one check and a Christmas card with it.
Itâs too much, heâs too much and he starts to apologize, but Eddie cuts him off with a certain intensity he gets sometimes.
âWell, starting right now, fuck that. When do you want your birthday to be?â
Steve chuckles, tries to brush it off, âWhat? Eddie, câmon. Itâs not a big deal, dude.â
âNo, seriously. When do you want your birthday to be, Steve?â
Itâs so stupid. Itâs so silly sitting in Eddie Munsonâs living room trying to decide which day heâd prefer for his birthday, when heâs barely holding back saying how he sort of wishes he didnât have one at all. He thinks Eddie knows anyway, without him having to say it, so he makes it easier. Eddie always makes it easier.
It takes a couple of tries, a couple cups full of torn pieces of paper with scribbled numbers randomly chosen, but Steve Harrington gets a new birthday that night.
âYeah, you look like more of a summer baby anyway,â Eddie says and Steve wishes he wouldnât, itâs so hard not to love him when he does.
Steve gets to tag along on Wayneâs birthday fishing trip, or rather, he was invited, as Eddie keeps correcting.
Itâs nice, itâs May, itâs quiet by the river and it gets just cool enough at night to build a campfire. Eddie pulls out his guitar, a pretty acoustic one, and he playfully strums out the chords to happy birthday for Wayne. Steve watches across the fire, he feels warm down to his bones, melting away all those cold lonely Decembers frozen inside them.
Wayne spends his birthday teaching Steve to fish. He catches the biggest one, and he hopes the Polaroid that Eddie snaps doesnât pick up the tears in his eyes.
Eddie sidles up next to him, pretending not to notice Steve wiping his eyes. He rubs his back, whispers congratulations, âLook at you, summer baby.â
He feels the sun rising in his cheeks, bright and burning. Itâs impossible not to love Eddie, not when this is the best birthday Steveâs ever had and itâs not even his own.
Steve forgets all about the new date he chose to come into the world, and as the weeks pass in a warm haze, he stops trying not to love Eddie.
Itâs too late to catch himself. Heâs already falling as they lie on the trailer roof, talking about everything and nothing while sunset colors melt over them, as he rides along while Eddie deals and calls Steve his summer baby in the passenger seat.
Steveâs so in love with Eddie that it burns, makes him golden inside, even the places in him that have never known anything bright.
He doesnât want to lose that, so he tells himself he can settle for just this.
And itâs true for a while, until that date comes along, the one he forgot about, but Eddie didnât.
Robin has a spare key to his house, she helped Eddie plan all this, thatâs the only explanation for what Steve sees in his backyard when he gets off work on a Friday in July.
All the kids are there, Dustin Henderson is in the pool that Steve hasnât used since â83, with El Hopper on his shoulders, Mike Wheeler is doing the same holding up Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield are wrestling inside a bounce house, Nancy Wheeler is manning the grill Steveâs dad bought for show, Robin Buckley is grinning ear to ear with a bright glass of lemonade, and Eddie Munsonâs at the center of it all.
Everyone that Steve loves is there yelling, âSurprise! Happy birthday!â
He canât describe the feeling that bursts through him.
The July sun isn't in the sky anymore, itâs rising inside Steveâs chest. Itâs too big and too bright. This body of his that grew up alone in the dead of winter wasnât made to feel such warmth, bringing hot tears to his eyes.
Heâs hurrying back inside the house before he knows it. He feels bad, rushing out like that, away from his party, but he just needs a second. He has to lean against the kitchen counter, run his hands over his face and through his hair, trying to stop all these feelings from melting out of him.
He hears someone come in behind him, assumes itâs Robin, but he feels a hand on his back, hears a low, reassuring voice next to him that belongs to Eddie.
âSorry, fuck, Iâm sorry, Steve. I shouldâve asked if you were okay with this. I shouldnât have sprung it on you like that.â
Steve blinks hard, brushing away the tears, âNo itâsâ It's fine, Eds, really.â
Eddie doesnât look convinced, brown eyes deep with concern, he holds Steveâs elbows, âOkay well, Robin said you werenât really a fan of your pool but thatâs okay, if thatâs what youâre worried about. No one expects you to get in, Stevie.â
Heâs perfect. Heâs everything Steve wants and needs. The light thatâs been missing inside him, Eddie struck a match to it. Steve never knew his heart was so flammable and he doesnât know how Eddie canât see that heâs burning for him.
âNo, thatsâ thatâs not it, Eddie.â
âIs it the kiddy theme? Listen, I had trouble picking it, so I just thought maybe since it was mostly gonna be kids here and you never had a kids' birthday party then, yâknow, summer, pool, bounce house, gamesâ okay it sounds dumb now, Iâll just get everyone to leaveââ
Steve reaches out when Eddie starts to pull back, hands catching his shoulders and the ends of his hair, âNo, no, please donât. This isâ itâs perfect, Eddie. I canât believe you did this for me.â
âThen why do you look so sad?â
âBecause Iââ Steve canât hold it in anymore, itâs too hot, summer beneath his skin, he has to let it out, âBecause I want to kiss you so bad right now and I canât.â
He expects Eddie to pull back, or worse, let him down gently, like the quick press of fingertips to the flame of a candle, snuff the feeling out just like that.
Instead, Steveâs breath catches when Eddieâs hands cup his face, thumbs brushing away the stray tears Steve missed.
âWho says you canât?â Eddie asks and part of Steve wishes he wouldnât, because itâs so easy to love Eddie with every piece of him when he does, and Steveâs going to fall apart trying to stop.
âI shouldnât have said that, sorry. I just donât want to lose you as a friend, you donât have to feel the same, but thatâs what it is,â Steve lets it out, letâs it catch fire between them and just hopes it doesnât turn them to ashes, âI want to kiss you for doing this for me, for being you. I want to kiss you all the fucking time and especially right now, Eddie, but I canât.â
He waits for it, to be left out in the cold, for frost to cover his bones again, but Eddieâs hands stay warm on his face.
A smile lights on Eddieâs lips, the kind that Steve can feel radiating between them. He doesnât know why Eddieâs smiling when he should be leaving, but Steve wants to keep that feeling forever.
âDidnât anyone ever tell you, Stevie? You can do whatever you want when itâs your birthday.â
Eddieâs eyes fall to Steveâs lips and back up again, setting off a surprised flare in his chest.
âWhatever I want?â Steve repeats in disbelief, searching Eddieâs eyes.
âWhatever you want.â
âYou want that too?â
âI want you, too,â Eddie grins like itâs the easiest thing in the world to want Steve, then leans in.
Their mouths connect and itâs like something fiercely cosmic, a solar flare at the touch of their lips.
Eddieâs been sipping lemonade, Steve can taste it on his tongue. Citrusy and warm, Eddie tastes like pure fucking sunshine, all golden in Steveâs mouth.
Kissing Eddie feels like heâs at the center of the universe. He makes Steve feel like the sun, like the brightest thing in the goddamn sky is Steve Harrington.
No pretty light could compare.
Steve chases the heat of Eddieâs mouth, letting it light a fire inside him. His hands have a mind of their own, making Eddieâs messy hair even messier, then falling to his waist to pull him close and hold him while he just kisses and kisses and kisses Eddie.
They have to break for air, foreheads resting together, Steve misses Eddieâs lips already.
Their panting breaths fuse, gazes locked for a few delirious moments, half-lidded and close.
Eddie breaks the silence, laughing breathlessly, giving Steveâs lips one final peck before pulling back, brushing Steveâs hair out of his eyes for him.
âYou good?â
Steve laughs then too, a rush of breath, relieved and light, âNever been better.â
Eddie smiles, taking Steveâs hands in the warmth of his, âCâmon then, summer baby. Donât wanna miss your birthday party.â
They go back outside and Eddie stays close by Steve with a pretty flush high on his cheeks. Steveâs face feels sun-kissed too, and judging by the look he gets from Robin, it shows.
It should be stupid, having a birthday party with a bounce house and a bunch of screaming kids. Maybe it is a little, but itâs still the best birthday Steveâs ever had, and itâs actually his own this time.
He spends the better part of it trying not to cry, especially when he opens the few presents they got him. Heâs not used to everything being about him, but Eddieâs arm stays around him, giving him encouraging squeezes, bursts of warmth that keep him going.
Steveâs not forgotten in the shadow of something bigger, wrapped up in one so itâs easier to forget he exists. No, itâs like nothingâs more important than him that day. He doesnât need it, and itâs hard to let himself have it, but itâs nice to get a day thatâs his.
When Christmas comes later that year, Robin still gets Steve a birthday present, thereâs no arguing with her. Then Eddie tries to pull the same thing, and Steveâs not having it.
Theyâre both in their flannels on the couch, Eddie throwing his legs over Steveâs lap and trying to push the extra gift into Steveâs hands.
âCâmon, Stevie, I swear itâs not a birthday present. It's just because.â
âUh huh, sure. Just because what?â
Eddie shrugs, rests his arm around Steveâs shoulders and presses the words against his cheek, âJust âcause I love you,â he says like itâs the easiest thing in the world to love Steve.
Steve thinks he knows what to call that feeling now. The one that makes December easier because heâs got his own summer sun pumping warmth through his veins now.
It's love.
Eddie loves him.
Not just on his birthday, or on Christmas, or only on occasion, but everyday. Eddie loves him everyday.
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It's your birthday, Lando would never miss it.
lily said: final part of this! i've got some drafts going on full length fics so i am excited to finish those up soon. thank you all for the warm welcome :)
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y/n and lando in the club in dubai tonight!!!!! based on her post at a meal with a guy i thought she was with someone new, but it was 1000000% lando. they're still so in love, everything seemed so back to normal!!!! her best friend, sister, and other friends were in the section with them, it was so lovely to see!
user1 WHAT THE HELL?
user2 Oh I just know I missed a damn chapter
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user5 broke up just to be right back together...they just like us
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yourbestfriend My heart outside my body is 25! So much to celebrate, so let's do it forever. To so many more y/n/n!
yourmom Pretty girls!!! Keep having all of the fun
yourusername Where would I be without you :')
yoursister not hungover, more stable financially, with much more closet space yourbestfriend fair enough across the board
user1 She's such a good friend to her
user2 lando in the likes...don't start
user3 they're childhood friends, no? she played matchmaker for them user4 this gives me hope user5 commoners talking amongst themselves booooring
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yourusername Quarter of a century on this planet and a lot of joy to show for it! Grateful for the people who make me, me. Here's to getting a bit older, wiser, and lotssssss of martinis
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landonorris The day you were born is my favorite holiday. I love everything about you, from the way you scrunch your nose when you eat something sour, to the way you wake up extra early on saturday's to get your favorite flowers from the farmer's market. You've been there for all my best memories, my hardest times, and through it all, I'm most thankful to be loved by you, y/n. 25 looks perfect on you.
user1 so mom and dad made up? lets mf go
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Pairing: Woosung x reader. Word count: 1157 words Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff and love Plot: Woosung asks you to marry him. A/N: I'm so in love with this concept and I really see him doing something like this with his S/O. We stan a king đ Hope you enjoy reading this little scenario đ P. S. Dojoon was the one giving me this idea when he mentioned he saw Woosung asking his gf to marry him with a sour candy ring as a joke Taglist -> let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE
It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.
You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.
He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.
Youâve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.
You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldnât let anybody interrupt your little date.
Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.
âI have a few surprises for you today.â He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. âItâs not my birthday yet.â You said laughing. âWhat? Canât I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?â He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. âItâs amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.â He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. âWhatâs wrong with you?â You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. âI just love you so much.â He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. âOpen it.â He said as he continued to finish his noodles.
When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. âMarry me?â He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldnât believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. âYou gotta be kidding me.â You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. Youâve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. âMeet me downstairs then.â He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.
You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. âIs this more of what you imagined?â He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. âFuck you Kim Woosung.â You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. âSure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).â He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. âI guess weâll go to the first band wedding then.â Dojoon teased. âActually I havenât even asked her properly yet.â Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. âAfter 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each otherâs annoying selves.â He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didnât care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didnât care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. âWeâve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kissâŠâ He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. âYou didnât need to be that specificâŠâ Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. âAnd now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.â He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.
âSo? Would you marry me?â He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. âOf course yes.â You said, throwing yourself into his arms. âYou didnât look this convinced when I asked you out there.â He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. âThat was not a proposal.â You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. âYou at least gotta admit it was original.â He said proud of his first attempt. âCan you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?â Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.
And just like that Woosung was ready to give everything he had to take care of you. To show you he is the husband you always knew he was. And you were ready to show him you were made to be with him ever since you both met. Now another 10, 20, 30, 40, 1000000 years wait for both of you. Just like Woosung said, until death do you apart and even more.
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Dating Kyojuro
Warnings: Mentions of food
A/N: Happy birthday, b đ I hope this helps makes your day even better
ah yes
the local himbo
i may not have a crush on this man but even i can't help but adore him
and i fully believe he'd be a great boyfriend
i'm talkin sweet, considerate, caring, unintentionally flirtatious
he doesn't really know he's doing it
he's just being genuine and it comes off v charming
like saying you look absolutely beautiful
to him, it's not flirting
it's just true
or winking at you from across the room
he just wants you to know that you've still got his attention even when you're not near him
he's a total teddy bear too
gives the b e s t hugs
he just kinda fully envelops you and squeezes tight
sometimes doesn't realize just how hard he's squeezing until you're hitting his arm while wheezing
he doesn't mean to, he just loves you so much that he can't help but hold you as closely as possible
definitely opens doors for you
he's a mama's boy, and he's going to treat you with the same love and respect that he gave his mother
loves sharing his food with you
food makes him really happy and he wants to share that happiness with you
always makes sure to hug you right before he leaves for a mission
spends some extra time with you beforehand too, if he can
he can't exactly promise he'll come back, so he tries to make the potential last memory as great as possible
will pull your hair back for you if it's getting in the way
always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for this exact reason
walks you to your door like the gentleman he is
gotta make sure you get home safe and yk, not eaten by a demon on your way home
you two don't tend to run into issues with your relationship, but anytime there is one, he goes to tengen for advice
i mean, mans has three wives, he has to know what he's doing right?
he's also just hot, kyojuro
usually ends up getting advice from them actually lollll
not that tengen doesn't know what he's doing, but they all have good imput for things like this
different points of view
sometimes he picks you up when he's happy
he just like grabs you by the waist and lifts you into the air
doesn't even say anything, just grins
can you really blame him tho?
he's v energetic and loves you too much to just hold that in
gosh can't you just imagine long conversations with him
him just chattering on about his day and the people he met and the things he saw and the food he ate
asking questions about your day and the small responses to what you tell him
i fully believe he loves dogs so i imagine his face lights up when he talks about a dog he saw or when you mention one that you did
he definitely likes taking you to restaurants the best
especially new ones
new flavors to experience with his favorite person? yes please
oh gosh moonlit walks
just walking hand in hand, the breeze ruffling your and more importantly his hair
the fluffy locs getting gently tousled while the color almost glows under the soft light of the moon
absolutely beautiful
and he's painfully oblivious to it despite your staring
you'll never understand how someone didn't snatch him up before you
but honestly it's because no one else was an option before you
#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku headcanons#rengoku imagines#rengoku fluff#rengoku x reader#rengoku x y/n#rengoku x you#kyojuro headcanons#kyojuro imagine#kyojuro fluff#kyojuro x reader#kyojuro x y/n#kyojuro x you#demon slayer
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I don't even like thinking about toji taking megumis girl. Like, in my mind he's trying to atone đȘ
Yes!!! Letâs talk about it!
He loves âGumi so much. He was just having a bit of a âš emotional breakdown âš during that whole selling him off deal. And personally I was coming off the Shouto train so it hits twice as hard cause he always gets his GF taken by Endeavor or Dabi (sometimes Bakugo), which Dabi makes sense since he HATES Shouto. But post-atonement Enji đI totally get the kink though (tbh I kinda like it in reverse đ€). Thereâs actually a really GOOD fic I like called U&I with Bully!Megumi and you sleep with Toji to kinda get back at him after finding out heâs been using you. I like the revengeful ones or when itâs a 2-parter and they find out what you did.
BUT I DIGRESS, okay so I got some big brainrot and I was half asleep and started thinking about it and ahh! Plus I didn't post for his birthday so this is like the most slap together, grammarless of my brain rotting (and you brought it about Nonnie, so you gotta take responsibility lol) but:
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(SFW) Imagine okay, like a modern AU: Toji is trying to be a better dad after the endless benders after losing his wife. He went from floating from random woman to woman, trying to catch that feeling again like when he was with his first wife. It always devolves into the same thing with him squeezing them dry for every penny he can get before moving on to the next with Megumi in tow. Sometimes it didnât include Megumi, Toji would leave him alone for weeks to months at a time as he got older, occasionally bringing home some new mom that heâll eventually abandon at the end of the day or that eventually gets tired of him; tired of both of them because Megumi refused to be nice to anyone Toji brought home.
But it finally hits him to be better, to try to be a good parent. Sadly, itâs too late. Megumi is a teenager now, one year from graduating high school and going to college, where Toji will definitely not have any chance to atone. He doesnât blame the kid, itâs his own fault.
However, he sees a lot of himself in his son. The apathy that borders depression, the lone wolf attitude, the quietness and independent streak, the very small number of friends (if any, because Megumi NEVER brings anyone over or talks about school at all, usually avoids talking to him in general). He isnât really sure what to say to the kid, not that heâs figured it all out himself or that Megumi would even listen to him. Indifference was the best he could hope for most of the time.
Then one day, he shows up at home with someone. A girl, even. And youâre cute, way too chipper to be following around his wallflower of a kid. Always entering and leaving with a âHi, Mr. Fushiguro. Bye, Mr. Fushiguro. Looking good today, Mr. Fushiguro. Love the haircut, Mr. Fushiguro. Rocking that sweater, Mr. Fushiguro. Have a good day, Mr. Fushiguro.â
You seem too good for nobodies like them; and when he teases Megumi with the notion, his son claims youâre just his class partner for this semester, nothing else. But Toji sees how soft he gets around you, the little bit of extra effort he puts in trying to make conversation when youâre over, the blush and grouchy embarrassed complaints he makes whenever Toji tells him to leave his room door open when you guys work on projects in there. The complaints usually get a little quieter given the right laugh from you.
You have a good effect. Megumi seems a little less tense, walking the world with a little less cynicism even though itâs still clearly there. He starts hanging out with two other kids from his school, Megumi claims theyâre your friends, not his, but Toji has seen the pink haired boy over twice without you. Overall, you all seem like a really good kids.
One weekend you pop because you and your friends were in the neighborhood and wanted to see if Megumi wanted to join in on whatever youâre doing. Unfortunately, Megumiâs not home, but it gives Toji a small window to prod you a little about your relationship with Megumi. Heâs observant enough to notice by now that the two of you like each other but he just wanted to hear it from you, and you make the most darling lovesick face when he asks. As far as he can piece together, youâre not dating officially but the entire world treats you as you are.
When Megumi finds out what happened though. He doesnât like it, and he makes it clear that the interference was highly unappreciated it. Toji is simply sitting in the kitchen and trying to enjoy his apple, and heâs getting the interrogation treatment by this little gremlin (affectionately) half his size.
âWhat were the two of you talking about?â âNothing in particular.â âIf you donât need anything then donât bother her.â âWhy? You donât want me speaking to her?â âNo. She isnât your type anyway.â
Then, Megumi starts going off on a tangent of why Toji shouldnât be interested. Youâre too young, you're still months off from 18, you donât have any money for him to leech, and thereâs no way you can decide on a movie together with that age gap; 'Youâll kick the bucket 30 years before her' is the meanest one though.
Based on the disrespect, it still looks like Toji has a lot of work to put in but itâs almost cute, in an grouchy, bratty (also affectionately) sea urchin type way that heâs getting so worked up over you. He thinks the kid will combust if he mentions that he does think youâre cute (in an overly energetic bubbly kind of way), and it makes him release a short chuckle as he resists the intrusive thought, which only serves to make Megumiâs frustration even worse.
Normally, he'd get tired at this point and ask if Megumi was done mouthing off yet, but this time it makes him glad to see Megumi getting so worked up over something. Itâs a good feeling to know his actions didnât completely ruin his son, that he didn't completely destroy Megumi's ability to care about life like his former family and the world had once done to him. It makes smile the tiniest bit even as Megumi seems to try to trudge away after making his point. Whatever point there was to be had. The boy is such a chronic overthinking about everything and everyone, including if youâre one of those girls at the school that squeal when they see him pick him up at school on the rare occasion.
âHey,â Toji calls out to get his attention. âDo you know what youâre doing?â Itâs not the best words but itâs the only way to sum up the familiar feelings he gets of his past, right after he left his family, right before he met Megumiâs mom. And after losing her without ever really making the most of everything back then and treasuring the moments together. âItâs hard to find something like that. Donât do anything youâll regret.â
He can sense the tension draining from Megumi, the panic and shaky nervousness from seconds ago leaving in the form of drooped shoulders and a soften, mildly confused expression as he looks back at him. Something seems to finally click in that overly worked brain of the younger Fushiguro and he mumbles, âI know.â
And Megumi gets that look again, that quiet one, too caught up in his own head.
"Do I need to make room for a daughter-in-law in that case?" he asks lazily before taking another bite of his apple, the chewing echoing. It's enough to earn some grumbles and a red face. He smirks when the boy quickly decides to hobble back to his room and hide away in embarassment. Like a normal kid.
And Toji thinks that maybeâŠa small maybe⊠that maybe theyâve gotten a little closer. If only in that moment. Regardless, he really hopes that the talk is one of those things the school already covered because he really doesnât want to be responsible for that.
#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#megumi fluff#female reader
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Summer Baby
by indelicate
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Pining, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, not a christmas fic I swear, The Romanticism of Summer Love, When you love someone so much you just gotta give them an extra birthday Words: 2,667 Chapters: 1/1
Summary
Of course Steve was born on Christmas. Itâs like the universe aligned perfectly for his parents to forget his existence. He tells Eddie about years of forgotten birthdays spent alone, then he starts to apologize because itâs too much, but Eddie stops him with a certain intensity that he gets sometimes. âWell, starting right now, fuck that. When do you want your birthday to be?â Steve chuckles half-heartedly, tries to brush it off, âWhat? Eddie, câmon, itâs not a big deal, dude.â âNo, seriously. When do you want your birthday to be, Steve?â Or, Steveâs never really had a birthday, so Eddie gives him one.
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hiii girlie đ I'd like to participate in your game. the question changed a bit but thats what came through when i was channeling lol
what it will be like to be with your future spouse:
the lovers, 2 of cups, the devil, 3 of cups, page of cups, the fool, 4 of swords, high priestess, the magician, 3 of wands, 2 of wands.
using he/him pronouns bc you guys are for sure that cute ass high priestess + magician couple lmao.
his overall energy is VERY refreshing, like diving into the pool on a hot day. i feel like thats what it would feel like to be in a relationship with him as well, waking up next to him every day and just seeing him gives you energy for the day and the same goes for him, you give him the energy he needs for the day. no matter how tired you were, sleeping in his arms and you feel WELL RESTED. this turns you guys into that magician and priestess couple, it just makes you work harder and become better at what you do for work yk? loving him makes you feel closer to god in a sense (if you believe in all that yk)
however, the downside to all this is in that devil card: without him, you have no energy. you guys become EXTREMELY codependent on eachother like i can picture in the early stages of dating you sleep beside him once and you cant sleep on your own again đ you guys are FOR SURE never ever ever breaking up lmao (at least thats how he feels). the 2 and 3 of wands indicate you both probably plan your days around each other and plan your futures with eachother, the 3 of cups giving "i wanna spend every birthday, christmas, new years, halloween etc. with you".with the fool there as well this is probably something you knew early on in your relationship perhaps even the moment you met, ik a lot of men know very early on what they think of women like "will this just be a one night thing or will i marry this girl?" and he knew FOR SURE that this is it for him âŒïž
a few extra thoughts: "i gotta find peace of mind" by ms lauryn hill (he is your peace of mind basically), that one street interview where that guy is all defensive until he realizes the interviewer asked how he and his wife met then hes excited to talk about her đ, jude bellingham, milo manheim type looks, yall read together, "in the cut w my twin we be vibing" lol, cottagecore couple vibes
please dont feel obligated to reciprocate the amount i wrote, your man is a yapper when it comes to you đ hes giving very air/mercurial energy, maybe gemini or libra mercury/venus? hes very romantic with his words
Thank you so much for this!! Here's your reading.
Your future spouse:
2 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, The Hierophant, 7 of Swords rev.
Your future spouse is someone who is very honest. They hate liars and untruthful people. I see them having this "just" mindset. They might have some traditional values that they believe in and like to practice. Could be religious or have some sort of beliefs that tie to it. They probably grew up experiencing the harder side of life and so they've always wanted to change the system and how it is. They always want to make things right. I see them as someone that fights for others. They can be quite protective as well. I'm picking up on something tense here, that could just be their energy. They like to make positive changes in their community. So if they grew up in a bad area, they would want to help repair it, stuff like that. A very selfless soul that advocates for the rights of others! They definitely have some Libra/Leo energy, maybe some Aquarius too.
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Happy birthday my love ~ H.H.
pairing: harry holland x reader
summary: it's your boyfriend's birthday
warnings: pregnancy, swearing
word count: 1,4k+
Happy birthday Harry and Sam!
It wasnât another normal Tuesday, although it kind of felt like it. However it was not only valentineâs day but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Samâs 24th birthday. Harry was out of town as usual working with Tom so there wasnât that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, best friends and partners and maybe a facetime date with Harry later that night if youâll be lucky.Â
You wanted to visit him but your shitty boss didnât give you your well deserved week off so the best you could do was a video call and forcing Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months before.Â
It really bugged you that you couldnât be with Harry on such a special day but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to make his day at least enjoyable.Â
You called him first thing in the morning with wishes and spent around two hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you werenât exactly able to talk that much because of Harryâs busy schedule.Â
âI really wish I could be there with you, Iâm sorry I didnât make it babe.â
âItâs not your fault love, weâre gonna make it up when I'm back.âÂ
His smile wasnât the brightest but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes. It made you both happy and sad, you really missed your baby.
âI really hope youâre gonna have fun with Tom today, and donât forget about the facetime dinner with all of us, your mum and dad really look forward to it.âÂ
âYeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, weâre gonna talk later right?âÂ
âOf course, have fun tonight. I love you.âÂ
âI know, I love you too. See you at dinnerâ
Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harryâs voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say âsee you at dinnerâ? Did he mean over the phone or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasnât going to be there but you still wanted to be dressed nicely for the occasion.Â
Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you havenât expected anyone else besides Harrison and Grace and Samâs girlfriend, Clark who were already at your place.Â
You went to the door with the feeling itâs just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door and indeed saw your neighbor Milly.Â
âYou need to borrow some more sugar?âÂ
She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety was kicking in and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener.Â
âIf you donât mindâÂ
âNo, of course not, let me just grab it real quick.â
You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyoneâs eyes. You felt terrible to crush it.Â
âMy neighbor needs some sugar.âÂ
You saw the sadness filling the room.Â
âHey, maybe try to call them already, Iâll be back in a minute.â
Sam took his phone out and you went towards the door.Â
âHereâs the su-â
âHi darling.â
And here outside of your door stood not only Milly but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend.Â
âOH MY GODâ
You flung towards him and hugged him tightly.Â
âYouâre here, your family is going to be so happy. Câmon guys.âÂ
You greeted Tom and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams and your heart swelled. He was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears.Â
You handed Milly the pack.Â
âLet me know if the cake turns out good.â
âYou got it. And have fun!âÂ
When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time but now the closer it got, the more nervous you were.
You heard footsteps and felt someoneâs presence behind you. You turned around just to peek at whoever came in.Â
âTom. Why arenât you with your fam?â
âWanted to talk to you.â
âOh.â
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, everythingâs fine, Iâm just slightly nervous about the dinner.â
âIâm not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When itâs out there?âÂ
âCut it, Holland. Itâs none of your business.âÂ
âOf course it is. Itâs my brother and youâre like a sister to me. Iâm just looking after you allâ
âIâm not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I donât want to throw it on him on his birthday especially now that heâs so stressed with work.â
âDo you really think that you will find a better time? Thereâs not gonna be the perfect one. Just think about it.â
He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen and brought all of the food to the table.Â
âCome on, letâs eat.âÂ
The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet the closer itâs been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry, the more stressed youâve become.Â
Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you and wrapped his hands around your tummy.Â
âHi darling.âÂ
âHi.â
âCâmon. Letâs go to bed. Itâs been a long day for both of us.â
âI canât, I need to clean this up.âÂ
âNo no no no. WE canât clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.âÂ
âTechnically itâs already tomorrow, baby.â
âImma force you to come with me if you wonât do that voluntarily.âÂ
He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you but you stopped him.Â
âDonât do that.âÂ
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, just please donât.âÂ
âOkay, love. Can we go to bed now?âÂ
You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up.Â
âIs everything alright love? Youâve been quite distant today. Are you sure youâre okay?âÂ
âYeah I just⊠Iâve got you a present.âÂ
He smiled adorably at you.Â
âYou know you didnât have to, right?âÂ
âI do but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.âÂ
âI love you too. C'mere.âÂ
He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted and you saw the pure adoration of his eyes when he looked up at you.Â
âThank you, my love.âÂ
He leaned in and kissed you gently but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern.Â
âIâve got something else for you.âÂ
You reached for a small box in your drawer and handed it to him.Â
âWhatâs that?âÂ
âJust open it.âÂ
He did as you told and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldnât read any emotions which made you even more nervous.Â
âIs this real or is this just a prank?âÂ
âItâs real.âÂ
Silence.Â
âLook if you donât want this you donât have to stick around, I know itâs shitty timing but I figured you at least deserve to know.âÂ
Silence.Â
You were terrified. Youâd rather prefer him to get mad and yell at you than the silence and uncertainty what next.Â
âY/NâÂ
You looked at him.Â
âI want this. With you. I love you and Iâm not giving up on neither of you.âÂ
Your eyes filled with tears.Â
âHey, donât cry, baby. Itâs okay, come here.âÂ
He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down. Harry spooned you and kept his hand on your still flat stomach.Â
âIâm scared Harry.âÂ
âI know. Iâm scared too. But itâs okay, weâll figure it out. Seriously, weâll be fine. Get some sleep, sweetheart, itâs been one hell of a day huh?â
âYeah. Good night, baby.âÂ
He kissed the back of your head.Â
âNight, loveâÂ
#harry holland fic#harry holland imagine#harry holland angst#harry holland one shot#harry holland blurb#harry holland fluff#harry holland x y/n#tom holland fluff#tom holland x reader
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Jimin thanking fans for wishing Tae a happy birthdayđTae telling him that he loves himđ I know SM means nothing and they all are slowly starting to let us know that they won't be doing that at all times (I think Suga didn't post for Jimin's?) and I love Jikook forever but damn Vimin are just so precious. Nothing but honest love declerations and joy even amongst the chaos. I know Jimin doesn't like SM that much and I think he's doing it on birthdays because he's just a lovely guy who loves to make others feel special but it really does feel like he wants Tae to feel extra loved on birthdays â€
You've finished me
I'm unalive in heaven watching lesbian pornđ©
Not to use this as an excuse to simp for JM but BUT
NOBODY DOING IT LIKE HE DO
IT HITS DIFFERENT WHEN HE DO IT
There's just something that twists inside when you see a man, A MAN, be so gentle and kind and thoughtful and considerate and nurturing and loving and generous towards his environment including the people around him.
It gets me every time!
It's the thought, the choice of words and the act.
I know when Tae says I love you he reached someplace deep in his chest cos that's where man is.
WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?
Someone who makes your day about you and rally his fans to support you- EVEN THOUGH HE DON'T GOTTA DO THAT????
Yall be loving in private he could love you in private too!
He is not obligated to come out here to perform any feelings of love and friendship towards nobody.
YET HE IS CHOOSING TO
THAT MAN A SAINT!
COULDN'T BE ME
I'm still waiting next March to ghost my GF for ghosting me on my birthday last yearđ
Not even a happy birthday bby. Then she turn around and blame me for picking a fight a night before my birthday. Like bitch WHAT?? YOU GHOST ME AND THEN TRY TO GASLIGHT ME ON TOP OF IT?? HELL NA
Bitch won't know what hit her
I'm finna smile and love bomb her and then ghost her on her birthday right back at herđ
Sometimes you just have to give them a taste of their own medicine so the learn. Love don't cost a thing goddammit!
But it's nice to see JM be better than me.
He's so precious I don't want him to changeđ„ș
He and Hobi are my last hope for humanity.
Hobi is my lastest hope. The day he goes dark is the day all hope is lost for humanity. And I used to hold similar torch out for Tae but chileeđ„Ž
Yall can have Tae and Jungkook
I'll pray for yall đđđđđ
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Am I going to have to start calling you that? Thatâs quite a mouthful, but if itâs what you want your official title to be I guess I can do it. When are we going to be adding the Emmy or Tony to your name? Or even an Grammy â thatâs going to become even more of a mouth full might have to do some crazy acronym then. AAETAOW Ariana DeBose. Or, you know EGOT Ariana DeBose but I think the one I came up with is much more fun. Weâve got three Grammys which Iâm fucking proud of. Especially since the last ones we won were with Zac. Iâm an excellent pupil? Can we rewind back in time and you tell my teachers that? Cause they might actually have a heart attack if those words were uttered to them. The only premiere that Iâve ever been to is Twilight so Iâm well out of practice there but if you want me to be your plus one to it then Iâll happily go along with you, babe. Just gotta remind me how to walk a red carpet because thatâs something I havenât done in years. Unless you want me to just stand to the side. That I can do, too. Iâm so glad that I was very subtle with everything and you couldnât pick up on it! I mean, I did have a dumbass moment where I didnât realize that our first date was actually a date but hey, we worked it out in the end, right? Getting a little used to having you in my bed.
Where would we be without our moms? There were moments where my mom was really struggling with things, too. I did have my dad and grandparents, too but when we moved to Franklin⊠It was just the two of us for a long while. Living in a trailer park was quite the experience. But Iâm just happy we had a roof over our head. I think part of it was my parents being so young when they had me, too. When you donât have many of your friends as parents, it becomes quite isolating. Iâm glad that you get to provide for your mom in the way that you want to, babe. And although I havenât met your mom â Iâm sure that sheâs very proud of everything that you have accomplished. I think our whole thing is giving too much detail. I like listening to you talk. And I want to continue to get to know every part of you. The good and the bad. What would you say is your biggest fear?
Oh. Before his birthday then. And the last day of the Eras tour. Hope they wonât mind if I steal you away for a little bit so we can watch the stream, again. Itâs quite fun to be watching those with you. I have the time for you, A. I get to set my own schedule for work. Mhm, extra stunning. Whatever the bride has you wearing â I canât wait to see it. Even if itâs going to be strange going to a wedding where I have no idea who the couple are. Itâll be nice to meet some more of your friends. It wasnât a good one. He cheated on me quite a lot. And I knew that getting married was a terrible idea, but did it anyway. I wanted to prove everyone wrong about the relationship. Iâm probably the most stubborn person on the planet. Turns out that everyone was right, but thankfully when it ended a year later I didnât have any âI told you soâ moments from them. Moved in with my grandparents for a little and then into a house infested with bats before getting the place Iâm currently in. Possibly the most wild few years of my entire life.
I kind of get that â for the longest time I had a very warped sense of what love was. My parents split when I was four and my earliest memories were of them fighting all the time. Four year old me always thought that it was my fault. But they still lived together until I was 12. So working through all of that with my therapist was something. At least you know what you want when it comes to marriage. A lot of people donât know that when walking into one. You know youâll meet the right person when they donât tear down those feelings that you have. Theyâll want to help you work through it. Because even though therapy has helped me a lot⊠I know that my⊠issues wonât be fully addressed until I find someone who I feel safe with to go through all of that again. Although⊠I think Iâm starting to feel that way around you. A lot of this stuff I have never talked about with people who havenât been in my life since I was a kid, or in some interviews with people I really trust to tell everything in the right way. Itâs terrifying that youâve broken down some of my walls so easily already. Iâm not going to say that Iâm never going to get married again â itâs just something that I donât know is on the cards for me, ya know? Iâll leave that answer at a maybe.Â
Baby â I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I havenât googled you. I feel like thatâs an invasion of privacy. I knew that you had gone through a break up recently, because Em told me. But I wasnât going to come and straight up ask you about it. I figured if you were comfortable enough to share that story with me, you would. Whatever you feel comfortable telling me about your ex â Iâm happy with. It canât be easy seeing her face everywhere, though. What kind of things did you learn about? Iâm a firm believer in feeling whatever you need to. Bottling up any kind of emotion isnât healthy. If you need to cry, then cry. If you want to yell and scream⊠thereâs rage rooms where you can smash things and get it all out. Grinning and bearing it isnât the answer.
I couldnât have done it without you â pretty sure I would have been floundering and filling them up on way too much sugar if you werenât there. Iâm such a sucker when it comes to kids and just giving them whatever they want. Bay fever is always strong with me at the moment considering my sister has new twin boys. And then briefly seeing MJ? Through the roof. Iâve always said that I wanted to be a dad â you know, to be different. Donât know what was up with teenage me. But having kids is something that I want. Eventually. How many? No clue. Youâre great with kids, too. Hazel and Violet couldnât get enough of your singing. And I canât say I blame them â youâre incredible. Do you see yourself having kids? But thank you for the most amazing night after we were relieved of babysitting duties. Canât believe that you planned the hotel room to look like that for us. It was quite romantic⊠and I hope that well, I hope that you had a good night. The moaning you were doing though.. I think it was a good indication. Okay, Iâm shutting up now.
100% how winning awards works. I get a little jolt down my spine when I get fully called 'Academy Award winner Ariana DeBose', like...it's rejuvenating. Maybe because mine is still relatively new (2 years?), your Grammy wins are just piling up at this rate. The acting world is actually a lot simpler than it seems off the bat, but I'm glad I'm teaching you well. You're an excellent pupil. Next movie premiere I go to, which should be next month if my calendar's right (and before York's birthday, so you're good), I'll give you a crash course on that. Hey, the food would just be a bonus. Having you there as moral support is turning out to be actually pretty incredible. That's really shocking, I had no idea. Glad I was picking up on your (pretty obvious) signals. It's just gay common sense to me at this point, though I was super worried you were just being nice for a good chunk of it.
I love how ride or die we are for our moms. I mean, my mom was all I had my whole life. And my grandparents, but still, she was the one working so hard to make sure that I could do my dance classes or have, God forbid, food on the table. Getting to make her life easier now is the greatest reward that could ever come out of all this for me. You know, I've only done a podcast here or there but I hope you know (if that bit isn't obvious yet) that you can ask me whatever the hell you want to know. I'll smile and nod and give you the answer in probably incredibly too much detail.
Wedding's not until the 8th, and then I'm gonna probably be flying all over the place for my Kraven premiere that I mentioned earlier, but all of it caps off by the 13th, so hopefully you have some time set aside for me. Extra stunning, huh? Could say the same about you, babe. Mmm, not a good one, I'll bet based off of the sound of that. I think I'd like to if the stars align and everything feels right, yeah. It may be safe to say that I'm a little bit gun shy when it comes to...you know, really getting my hopes up on that front. My dad was never around for my mom, and I sometimes feel like his...absence, for lack of a better word, runs through my veins a little too strongly. Makes me want to make sure that whoever I do end up with long-term, that it's something I'm really confident in lasting to make it down the aisle. And you? Do you think, all things considered, that you'd get married again or nah?
Oof, what kind of year have I had? Surprised it's not the first thing that comes up when you Google me, if you've tried. Still kinda might be the first thing that comes up, considering my ex has the same name as me and is the one plastered all over every billboard and social media posts these days for Wicked. It was a happy year for me, but also a really...really fucking sad one. Feels like I learned a lot about myself and my therapist got a hefty amount of business from me. But, y'know, we're smiling through it and feeling what we need to feel and moving through it. That's the only way, right?
I, for one, want to commend you for your A+ babysitting game today. Those kids really met their match in the both of us, and although I didn't get my fill of a true baby, the baby fever is strong yet again. You asked me about marriage, I'll do you one better - you're so good with kids, is that in your cards, do you think? Not anytime soon or anything, but just in life. Find out more about that Friendsgiving and I'm game to go anywhere with you. Especially now that you promised me a nap. But I love Anne! She's such a sweetheart. If she's behind it, count me in times two.
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HOW WE FEELING VEGASPETE NATION?
Because can I tell you? CAN I TELL YOU?
Itâs like someone cooked up all the rest of the coke in that warehouse from Ep 7 and then shot it straight into my veins. Someone is going to have to come to my house and peel me off the ceiling.
LISTEN. On April 16, close enough to my birthday that it makes no difference, like the universe said, âHere, have something gorgeous to make up for the absolute shitshow of the last two years,â I was scrolling the kinnporsche tag and saw the âconsume youâ trailer. And I waited patiently. And then on April 21, I saw a biblebuild post, the one with Buildâs sly little glance up at Bible in between his adorable little peace signs, and I had an inkling that I might be in trouble. And I waited patiently. And then Pete kicked the shit out of a guy, my beautiful new best beloved exposing that shroud of grey he keeps himself wrapped in and imprinting himself on my brain, and then Vegas got head-butted by Porsche and went home to have an orgasm and a cigarette in his freaky-deaky dungeon, and on May 8, I posted my first defense of Vegas, because I stanned Chris Keller, do you think Iâm afraid of Vegas Theerapanyakul? And I WAITED PATIENTLY. And then they released the WDYS MV, with Peteâs vulnerable wrists like a glimpse of a Victorian ankle, which was a personal attack on me personally, and I continued to WAIT PATIENTLY. And then on May 14, I officially planted my Vegaspete Nation flag, and since then, through weeks of Vegaspete manic street preaching, I have kept the faith, and I have kept the faith, and I have kept the faith, and NOW. NOW, after so much giving, I continue to receive.
I CANNOT BELIEVE the payoff they gave me in this episode. From Vegasâs declaration to Porsche - not even three minutes in - when heâs also the softest and most gorgeous heâs ever looked, and therefore still Peteâs Vegas even though Porsche is the one looking at him; to Vegasâs declaration to Pete not just of love but that it would be worth it to die by Peteâs hand and the way he reached out to touch Peteâs face with his own bloody hand to kiss him in the softest iteration of that tableau weâve seen yet; to Pete walking away from the main family with his bloody wings painted on the back of his shirt because he chose Vegas, lost his wings to fall, willingly, by choice; to Peteâs anguished pleas for Vegas to turn around and see him, the way Vegas has seen him in the past, the way no one else has ever ever seen him; to the way that I knew, I knew never to doubt Pete for an instant in this episode, no matter what his actions were, because of the way the lighting and framing and filters and styling all gave us the extra-gorgeous version of Build that weâve only ever gotten when weâre looking at Vegasâs Pete, from the very first moment we see Pete in this episode and all the way through to the end, and the way Pete proved that to me by shooting down the person who shot Vegas without thought, without even looking at them, without even caring about who it was, and the way the narrative never pays the slightest bit of attention to who it was, as if to emphasize that no one has any importance to Pete other than Vegas; to the way Vegas - despite Pete being willing to metaphorically put that handcuff back on if thatâs what it took to get through to Vegas - the way Vegas was finally finally able to metaphorically unlock it.
I am going to buy an airplane ticket to Thailand ... and yâall gotta understand how much I hate to fly, how absofuckinglutely relieved my partner was when we finally got all the family moved within driving distance so he could STOP worrying that I was gonna be hauled off by TSA and strip-searched for muttering darkly about the 4th Amendment and Security Theater every time we had to fly somewhere for a family visit ... ANYWAY, Iâm going to buy an airplane ticket to Thailand, and Iâm gonna go kiss everyone at BOC. WITH TONGUE.
Be On Cloud, BOX SET WHEN?
#i'm sure there will be more later#but i just#:flaps hands weakly:#i gotta go watch all the vegaspete stuff again#and again#and yet again#vegas theerapanyakul#pete phongsakorn#MY BELOVEDS#vegaspete#kinnporsche#how we feeling vegaspete nation?#are we winning?#BECAUSE I THINK WE'RE WINNING#liveblogging ep 14 i guess
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here comes the bride, all dressed in pride
summary; You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her exâJeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; fake dating!au, fluff, crack, mentions of cheating, lang, alcohol, mc eats meat, tw sexual harassment, toxic family, dick talk, making out, if u have that one family member that pulls bs on you constantly this is it, this fic is for all the people who have a huge ass family who wont leave them alone w.c; 17.3k a/n: my second fic for gcnâs 23 birthday project! the fact that wedding szn zoomed by us like that... and so bc im sad that so many weddings had to be postponed this fic was born! a huge thank u to vivi @eerieeditsâ / @chillingtaeââ for creating this BEAUTIFUL fic banner and separator pls check vivi out to make your fics all purty
prompts used: âYouâve always been beautiful to me, donât you know that?â and âI never knew love could be like this, feel like this.â
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Doyeon likes to call Jungkook, âthe one who got away.âÂ
You like to call Doyeon, âthe one who drove him away.âÂ
In secret, of course. In fact, the only person who knows how much you loathe Doyeon and her behavior is your father. And all your co-workers. And your boss. And your bossâ ex-husband.Â
And Jeon Jungkook, but of course you havenât seen the man in two years and back then he was far too polite to address his concerns of your hatred of his then-girlfriend.Â
Okay, so everyone and their mother knows how much you donât like your cousin. Kim Doyeon and you have had beef since the sandbox, and for whatever reason is always out to one-up you. A strange competitive nature in everything, academics, family, and even boys. The sick, twisted part of you has come to enjoy it. While youâre not a fighter as devout as Doyeon is, you have your own callous tendencies farmed from the seeds Doyeon has planted in your brain. She gives you a comment? You canât help but throw one back. Since youâre a painfully mature soul you donât have any mortal enemies as far as you know, Doyeon is the perfect amount of hot water to keep you on your toes.Â
âIâm really sorry that you couldnât be a bridesmaid,â Doyeon cooes next to you, swirling her champagne glass with a too-jutted pout, âbut if I did thereâd be an odd number of pairings and youâre a little too old to be walking as a bridesmaid, am I right?âÂ
Your nails. Are digging. Through your dress. Alas, youâre in public and you have class. Doyeon smiles at you with all teeth, reminding you of the Beldam from Coraline. Aside from that she looks absolutely stunning in that Lirika Matoshi strawberry dress that has her Instagram aching with likes and love from her baseless followers.Â
âI donât know,â you reply lightly, leaning back in your seat, âI mean, if Yoojung and Rena can be bridesmaids and theyâre three years older than me, wouldnât I make the cut? Itâs okay to be honest and say you just didnât want me in the bridal party.âÂ
Doyeon laughs, slaps your thigh like you told her the most hilarious joke in the world. Anyone passing by would think youâre best friends. You laugh too, incredulous at the amount of power she thinks she holds.Â
âNice party,â you tack on, surveying the room. Itâs filled with pastels and beiges, bright and airy. Itâs Parisian themed, and while youâre not a fan of theming cultures, you canât deny that youâre loving the infinite supply of macarons.Â
âOh, yes. This is just a taste of the real wedding,â she laces her fingers together, as if she thinks sheâs living an Elizibethean love story, âspeaking of, you put on your RSVP that youâre bringing a plus one. Am I allowed to know whoâs the unlucky date?âÂ
âAs if you care.âÂ
âI care if youâre bringing Jimin. That tiny thing nearly gave Aunt Lillian a heart attack when he gave a striptease at Yoongiâs graduation party.âÂ
You smirk softly at the bold memory. That was the plan.Â
Doyeon sighs dramatically, crossing her legs and popping out a cherry red heel. She plays with the back on the balls of her feet, letting the little pearly rhinestones glisten in the candlelight, âI should really commend you, cousin,â she drawls, âI mean, how kind of you to be so charitable and give your dopey friends a chance to have fun. After all, Iâm sure it is difficult for someone like you to find a date.âÂ
Itâs no surprise as to how you end up with a date at any family formal gathering. You say you bring a plus one, and then between Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. The three of them draw straws as to who gets to gorge on free alcohol and food for that night.Â
âDifficult?â you arch a brow, âI get plenty of dates.âÂ
Doyeon giggles. She must be feeling extra vindictive today, high on her impending marriage and the taste of bubbly champagne. âBy taking turns with those three? You gotta be kidding me,â she snorts, tipping back her crystal, âplease y/n. Donât get so defensive because Iâm getting married first. Your time will come. That is, if you stop dicking around with your friends.âÂ
Normally youâd smother any attempt at Doyeon to call out your friends, but now sheâs just done that and insulted your ability to get some, and you are livid.Â
âActually,â you quip sharply, âIâve been dating someone. Itâs been a couple months, actually.âÂ
âOh?â Doyeonâs genuinely interested, face falling slightly, âyouâve never mentioned anyone, I donât see anyone on your social media.âÂ
âYeah well,â you feign sympathy, pressing your lips together and tilting your head accordingly, âIâve had to keep it private for a couple of reasons.âÂ
âWhat, is he ugly or something?â she chuckles, âbut really, whoâs the person who has the misfortune of being in a committed relationship with you?âÂ
Maybe itâs because Doyeonâs right, the both of you are too old. The two of you have been running around each other for years, with no end in sight. Maybe, the words that linger on the tip of your tongue will be the final nail in the coffin.Â
âJeon Jungkook,â you state proudly, clear as day. âJungkook and I have been dating for three months.âÂ
And you pick up the vanilla macaron that sits innocently on your plate, ravishing it up like it contained all the tension in your table. Between you and Doyeonâs bubble, you could hear a pin drop.Â
âJungkook?â her smile is concrete-solid, âmy Jungkook?âÂ
âMy Jungkook,â you correct, giving her a puppy-eyed look, âIâm really sorry I never told you. I mean, is there ever a right time to tell your cousin theyâre dating their ex-boyfriend?â you laugh, either to lighten the mood or because you love the way Doyeon pinches her face, you donât know.
âHow did you two even meet?âÂ
âWe reconnected through Seokjin. You know how the two of them play Starcraft together, I just ended up joining the call and he was so funny and nice. We just sorta⊠felt it.â Doyeon nods like a slow bobblehead, still comprehending in her pea-sized brain, âI just hope it isnât too awkward. I know itâs been awhile but, if you really donât want Jungkook to come I can always take Hoseok or something.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine,â Doyeon says a little too quickly, masking on her picture-perfect smile. âIâm with Namjoon now, and Iâm totally happy. Water under the bridge, itâll be totally fine.âÂ
âReally?â your eyes practically sparkle, thankful for the amount of glitter and highlighter youâve dumped on your face today, âI really appreciate it, Yeonie.âÂ
And she quickly downs her champagne glass, and gets up from her seat. Itâs haunting, the way she gets up, pink tulle billowing around her ankles. âI have to attend to the other guests,â she says.Â
âOf course,â you raise your glass.
âBut, be careful,â she gives you a little smile, one filled with a last-ditch attempt at a jab, âJungkook, heâs a little hard to deal with.âÂ
âOh donât worry. I know how to deal with Jungkookâs hardness,â you wink, and Doyeonâs face falls like a ton of bricks.Â
âThatâs not what I meant.âÂ
âI know,â you shrug loftily, âthatâs what I meant, though.âÂ
And you donât bother watching Doyeon stomp off the metaphorical stage, double fisting two new glasses of champagne from an awaiting butler as she finds some other poor guest to pick on. Now, the matter of securing your date. Conveniently so, the most important man in the room is walking your way, and you manage to snag his tie just as he passes your table.Â
âOwâow! Iâm choking!â Seokjin grabs, nearly throwing his tall body onto your lap, hands grappling to release the tension on his neck. âLeave me alone, woman! I just wanted to get some chicken tenders!âÂ
âJin,â you say sweetly, opening his blazer to retrieve his phone, âI need Jeonâs number, now.âÂ
âJungkook?â your favorite cousin pales, eyes widening as you take out your phone of your own, copying down the digits, âwhat did you do?âÂ
âDonât ask questions.âÂ
Seokjin says your name again, firmer. âYouâre playing with fire.âÂ
âItâll be fine, itâs the last time,â you quell, already knowing how much Seokjin hates being in the middle of your fights. Once youâve secured the phone number, you place Seokjinâs phone back into his pocket, patting his breast. âThank you. You know youâre my favorite cousin, you know that?âÂ
He grumbles a âdamn right I amâ before stomping away, resuming his race for his chicken tenders.Â
You: hey jeon itâs y/n. I see youâre doing great, i saw on instagram that you released your first app w/yoongi! Totally amazing, been playing for weeks, really upset that i canât get past the flaming frog boss :((
You: Feel free to ignore this, i wonât blame you if you do. Im at doyeonâs rehearsal dinner, and she basically snubbed my friends and said i couldnât get some prime dick even though im?? Me??? Anyway, im tired of her shit so im gonna throw it back at her, one last time before she ties the knot. I told her you and i have been dating, and im bringing you as my date to her wedding. Really sorry, the demons took over my brain and made the worst and best comeback of my life. So⊠if youâre up for being the hottest couple on the floor in three weeks and showing how madly in love we are, please text me back? Or not. You might think this family is crazy and i accept partial responsibility.Â
You: Iâll buy u every meal for every practice date we have if u agree.đđđ
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: thanks, i appreciate that. To defeat the frog boss, go back to the coconut cave and find the garnet garter. It absorbs his fire and u can easily defeat froggo w any level 15 weapon
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: and as for the real reason u texted me. Im in. letâs get pork belly tomorrow.Â
Two years ago, you were surprised that Doyeon could manage to snag a man as fine as Jeon Jungkook. Also unsurprised, because Doyeon is gorgeous and could snag any man she wanted, and has snagged every man she wanted.Â
Jungkook was different though. He had an air of innocence to him. He loved her, a little too much to be safe. Your heart would betray you every time you would find him at a family gathering, making her plate and counting the calories she so meticulously measured. How can someone so sweet be with someone like Doyeon?Â
Your heart ached for Jungkook when they broke up a year later. From what you heard, Doyeon was Jungkookâs first serious girlfriend. And then you wanted to rip your heart out a week later when you caught Doyeon smooching with her favorite graduate professor Kim Namjoon, wanting to erase any possibility youâd have at love. At that time, you never wanted to feel the pain you imagined Jungkook was going through.Â
âY/n! Over here!â youâre a little taken aback at how much has not changed in Jungkook. His eyes still sparkle like fresh dew, his smile is still pearly white and infectious. Heâs even early, snagging a table at his favorite barbeque place and waiting for you as if he is the one organizing your first date.Â
At the same time, thereâs so much thatâs changed about him. Heâs confident, even going so far as to walk over to you and slip your jacket and purse in his grasp like a gentleman. He leads you by putting a hand lightly at the small of your back, making you feel impossibly small in comparison to his Dorito-shaped body, broad shoulders and a deliciously trim waist.Â
âHow was the walk over?âÂ
âNot too bad,â the conversation is casual, easy. You wipe the sweat off your forehead with a napkin. âCould use a little exercise now and again. I did eat a whole tray of macarons at that rehearsal dinner.âÂ
Jungkook laughs from his belly, causing you to smile. âNonsense. You look great, by the way,â you donât mind it, actually, you enjoy it when his eyes rake over your body. After all, heâs now your boyfriend and he needs to get familiar with all the important bits. He leans his arms forward, bracing him against the wooden table so his face is closer to yours.Â
âYouâre not doing too bad yourself,â your eyes gloss over the veins and intricate tattoos that paint his muscled upper half. Your smile morphs into a smirk, letting him know youâre enjoying the view just as well as he is.Â
And as soon as the tension sparks, it ends just as fast when your waiter comes up to light your grill.Â
âSo,â Jungkook wastes no time in decorating your stove, making sure to add all the appropriate aromatics and infusions to season your lunch, âdo you know why Doyeon and I broke up?âÂ
âCheated on you with Namjoon, I assume,â you keep your eyes trained on the darkening meat.Â
Jungkook slips a piece of meat in his mouth. Any expression of pain (whether it be from Doyeon or the barely cooked meat) doesnât reveal itself as he stops to take a sip of water. âWho else knows?âÂ
âJust me and Seokjin. The family loved you too much and Doyeon made up some sob story about how you two were going different life paths.âÂ
He chuckles to himself, taking great care in flipping the meat. âI really was a fool in love, wasnât I?âÂ
âIt⊠was mildly cute.âÂ
âTell me the truth, you have no reason not to.âÂ
âOkay, you made me want to vomit rainbows and glitter every time I saw you.â
The two of you laugh, faces crinkling shamelessly as the two of you busy yourselves with setting up the table. Most of the food is done and the aroma of fresh onions wafts around your grill. As you place chopsticks on his side of the table, you think about all the times Jungkook made it abundantly clear how much he loved Doyeon: the love letters tucked into her purse, 100 day anniversaries, even just a simple Americano for her in the morning.Â
âIs that why you never hung out with us?âÂ
âNo,â you reply lightly, âDoyeon made it clear that I shouldnât talk to you.âÂ
Jungkook frowns, âYou really donât like each other, do you.âÂ
You shrug, âJust always been like that,â you quirk a smile when Jungkook places the freshly cooked meat on top of your rice before serving himself.Â
âSo whatâs the plan?âÂ
âWe go to the wedding, make out a little, get Doyeon boiling. Even if sheâs not interested in you, sheâd still be upset knowing we are together.âÂ
âAnd why is that?âÂ
âBecause itâs me,â you grin into your glass, staring at a water-stained Jungkook through the blue tinted glass. âAnd all you have to do, is enjoy your night and look pretty.âÂ
His eyes crinkle, chopsticks pressing between his lips. âYou think I look pretty?âÂ
With a roll of eyes you donât respond, preferring to dig your chopsticks in your rice. No need to inflate Jungkookâs ego too soon.Â
Pinning the main theme of your hangout to the side, the both of you dig into your meal. You throw conversation back and forth like pebbles, grains of sand that build and build until youâre caught up with each otherâs lives. It feels so strange to admit itâs been two years since youâve spoken to the man, and all of a sudden the once luscious meat feels dry in your mouth.Â
âJeon,â you put your chopsticks down, âare you sure you want to do this with me? I mean, I know itâs all my fault and I dragged you into it. Donât feel obligated to agree to this.âÂ
âIâm a hundred-percent sure,â he doesnât stop eating, shoving two spoonfuls of rice in his mouth. His cheeks puff up considerably, and your eyes trail down to his neck as he swallows, âI wouldnât be here if I didnât wanna.âÂ
âRight,â you donât need a big explanation or a personal confession from Jungkook, just his consent. âPartners, Jeon?â you hold up your glass.Â
âPartners,â he agrees easily. The smile on his face disarms you, a full-fledged grin decked with pearly whites. Clicking his glass to yours he adds, âAnd itâs Jungkook, babe.âÂ
Oh, this is going to be interesting.Â
Seokjin thinks the two of you are the most boring fake-couple.Â
His eyes dart back and forth between your spot on the couch and his desk, where Jungkook is currently seated. Seokjin is hovered over Jungkook, whoâs typing and clicking furiously over his PC game. Youâre on your phone, feet pulled up to the coffee table while some old Netflix movie plays in the background. To top it all off both of you didnât even try to dress like itâs daytime, nearly matching in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. It doesnât look like a couple coming to visit Seokin, it looks like Jungkook is playing video games with Seokjin while his cousin hangs around like she owns the place.Â
âShouldnât you guys like, I donât know, go on dates or something?â Seokjin feels like heâs talking to the air. âMaybe get to know each other before the big day?âÂ
Pulling your phone down to your lap and Jungkook taking off his headphones, the two of you shrug at each other, âNo, weâre good.ïżœïżœïżœ Jungkook says.Â
âWe know enough,â you agree cooly, âJungkook likes Valorant.âÂ
âI do like Valorant.âÂ
âHe likes pork belly.â
âI do like pork belly.âÂ
âHeâs ripped as hell.âÂ
âI am ripped as hell.âÂ
âOkay but have you guys kissed yet?â Seokjin interjects, probably compensating for the nonchalance in the room with his own brand of freaking out. You two only see each other when youâre hanging out at Seokjinâs apartment, and while heâs happy that you two arenât doing the whole 9-yards and creating an elaborate scheme, the both of you are almost too relaxed. His anxiety is spiking.
âYes,â Jungkook answers, âat the barbeque place we went to.âÂ
âIt was nice," you tack on, "Jin, we got this. Don't worry."Â
"How can I not worry when you're trying to upset our cousin on her wedding day?" he's sweating in his fully air-conditioned apartment. âI get that sheâs the devilâs spawn and everything, but sheâs still a human being.âÂ
âIn second grade she pushed me on the treadmill because I was going too slow. I got caught on the roller and got a bald spot for two months.âÂ
âOkay yes one bad exampleââÂ
âAnd in senior year she accused me of plagiarizing her essay just because we chose the same topic. I almost didnât get into college!â Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms. All valid points, and arguing with you isnât a route he wants to take. âJin, the point is that sheâs constantly pushing my buttons. Iâve always been the bigger person and now that Iâm old and confident I just want one jab.â
âThatâs valid,â Jungkook pipes up, pressing the spacebar a few times, âI want a jab too, she cheated on me.âÂ
âSee? Itâs a mutual decision.âÂ
Seokjin asks, âWhy arenât you more worried about this?â
"Because Doyeon isn't going to chew me out on her wedding day," you checked your aunt's seating chart last week and you are far, far away from the bridal table. "We're just going to show off a little bit. Get drunk, eat some bomb steak. Break up in three months or less.â
"You don't have to just convince Doyeon, it's your entire family! Not to mention you also have to go to the bachelor party!"Â
"Oh I almost forgot," you reach under the couch for your laptop, "Jungkook, in two weekends from now we're flying to Las Vegas for the bachelor party and wedding. I'll buy your ticket now."Â
"Thanks, babe!â Jungkook sends a cheeky grin to Seokjin, who is unimpressed. âSee? I remember to call her babe.âÂ
âAlright, get out of my house,â Seokjin tugs Jungkook away from his computer, causing the younger man to swivel around in his plush gaming chair.Â
Jungkook frowns at the monitor, âBut Iâm still bronze one. Iâm aiming for silver one by this weekend.âÂ
âDonât care. As much as I donât like this plan, Iâm not letting you two slip-up.â Seokjin pulls out his phone, revealing Doyeonâs Instagram story, âDoyeon and Namjoon are at the mall buying swimsuits for Vegas. Go to the mall and âaccidentallyâ run into them.â
You sit up straight, tilting your head to the side. âThatâs not a bad idea, actually,â you bound over to grab your jacket, giving Seokjin a big fat kiss on his cheek, âThanks Jinnie, do you know youâreââ
âIâm your favorite cousin. Yeah whatever, bye.â He waves you off, plopping in his own chair so he can enjoy his games in peace.Â
âIâm driving,â Jungkook declares, swiping your keys from Seokjinâs opal dish.Â
âOh, hell no,â you jump on your tippy toes to reach Jungkookâs grasp on your keys, but heâs so freakishly tall thereâs no way you can reach. âI drive my car!âÂ
âIâve always wanted to drive your car back then,â Jungkook cooes, leaning in so your noses touch. âCâmon, you can trust me.âÂ
âYou two are gross already,â Seokjin admonishes from the other side of the room, âsee, itâs working!âÂ
Poking his cheek so he gives you some space, you whip your head to hide the flush that burns on your cheeks. âFine, but if you crash youâre buying me a new one.âÂ
âTheyâre over there,â you hiss between the racks, shuffling between the plastic hangers to point to Doyeon and Namjoon at the womenâs section of the store. They look disgustingly adorable together, with Doyeon pointedly telling Namjoon which swimsuit suits his stature better while Namjoon nods along and goes with whatever she says. You crouch down lower, fearing Namjoonâs tall frame would catch you. âNow we just gotta act all couple-y and theyâll notice us. Or maybe we can walk over to them? What do you wanna do?âÂ
âDo you think we should get matching swimsuits?â Jungkook pays no mind to your sleuthing, holding up a red pair of swim trunks to his thighs, âwe could pretend to be sexy lifeguards.âÂ
You tilt your head away from the pair, only because Jungkook has been genuinely interested in this store since youâve arrived. Putting a hand under your chin, you scrutinize the dark red cutoff shorts. âTheyâre cute,â you nod appreciatively, âItâll make your thighs look thick.âÂ
Jungkookâs grip on his hanger lowers, and he regards you with dark eyes. âYou think my thighs look thick?â he asks, leaning in and putting one hand on the curve of your waist. His fingers dance on the surface of bare skin between your top and jeans, and while youâve agreed beforehand that you two could touch each other wherever in public, it still surprises you when gooseflesh rises to the surface.
âEasy there, tiger,â you chuckle, putting a hand on his chest to stop his sudden bout of flirting. âIâm just stating the facts, we get it. You lift.âÂ
âYouâre so cute when you try to put your guard up,â heâs brushing noses with you now, and you feel the plastic of the hanger crumple pathetically between you two as the gap closes further. âBut you canât hide from me.â
And just as his lips move to press against yours, a shrill âJungkook!â echoes throughout the large store.
You nearly flop over the boardshorts rack if not for Jungkookâs arms secured around your waist. Oh right, you think dumbly, this is all for show. Doyeon and Namjoon are right in front of you, purchases already made and looking at you two in curiosity. Well, Namjoon is definitely curious, because you know for a fact that Doyeon speaks very little of you to him and youâve only conversed with him a handful of times. Doyeon on the other hand, looks a little stiff in the grin.Â
âHello to you too,â you remark to Doyeon, whoâs barely acknowledged you. You reach over to squeeze Namjoonâs arm, âHi Joonie,â you crinkle your eyes, and you fight back a squeal when he smiles back with dimples. Doyeon has such a cute fiancĂ©, and if youâre keeping score heâs way too good for her.Â
Doyeonâs eyes glaze over to where youâve touched Namjoon, and she links her arms with his. âWhat a coincidence, you two are buying swimsuits where weâre buying swimsuits.âÂ
âWell, thereâs only one mall in this town and weâre going on the same trip in two weeks,â you reply blandly, and you feel Jungkook pinch your side. âOh, Namjoon. Have you met my boyfriend Jungkook?â
âCanât say that I have,â Namjoon reaches over to clasp Jungkookâs hand, ânice to meet you, man.âÂ
While Namjoon and Jungkook exchange small talk, you pointedly ignore the waves of negativity Doyeon sends your way in favor of observing the two large men. Namjoon just said it was nice to meet him, therefore he has no clue who Jungkook is. Interesting, considering Doyeon two-timed in favor of Namjoon. It gets you a little antsy, and you wonder if Namjoon is faking this whole interaction or if Doyeon is hiding something.Â
âBaby,â Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder, regarding you with concern, âyou spaced out there, are you okay?âÂ
âSheâs like that, Jungkookie,â Jungkook gently presses your shoulders down, blocking your view of Doyeon as she regards your not-boyfriend as Jungkookie. âMy cousinâs a bit of an airhead,â her tone is sweet and jesting, the backhanded jab going right above Namjoonâs head.Â
âIâm just hungry,â you say, forcing a tight-lipped smile.Â
âWell, thatâs perfect,â Namjoon clasps his hands together, âYeonie and I were just about to go grab some dinner. Why donât you join us?â
Doyeon and you both reply immediately, âThat really isnât necessaryââÂ
âNonsense,â you donât even have the heart to be upset at Namjoon because he looks so damn genuine, âItâs been two years and I havenât even bought you a meal, y/n. After all, weâre going to be family at the end of the month.âÂ
âRight,â you answer reluctantly.Â
âWeâre gonna make reservations at the Cheesecake Factory,â he pulls out his phone, ready to make a call, âbut you and Jungkook can finish shopping, okay? The wait will be a little long but by the time youâre done our table should be ready.âÂ
You and Jungkook wave off Doyeon and Namjoon as they make their way to the restaurant. Your hand is caught in the air by Jungkook, who regards you with worry in his eyes. âI wasnât kidding when I said you looked spaced out,â he says, âtell me what you were really thinking.âÂ
Subconsciously, you squeeze his palm for comfort. âI donât know, it just feels weird knowing Namjoon doesnât seem to know you at all. Normally Doyeon loves to talk shit about her exes.âÂ
Jungkook scoffs easily, âI mean, if sheâs marrying the guy Iâm sure she doesnât want to let him know the details of how they ended up together.âÂ
âTrue,â you decide to let it go, and follow Jungkook to the register to pay for his swim trunks.Â
âSo,â the little âdingâ of the register opens up the money box, and Jungkook quickly hands the clerk his cash, âweâre having dinner with them after this?âÂ
âOnly if you want to.â
âWe need to, right?â Jungkook thanks the clerk, holding the bag in one hand and threading his fingers through yours as you head out the store.Â
âWell, do you want to?â you ask again. Jungkook stops the two of you on the sidewalk. It isnât a fast stop, but a slow down that makes his walk a little more thicker, more deliberate as he trudges you down the lane. You move in front of him, clutching your hands between his. âAre you okay? You barely even acknowledged Doyeon.âÂ
âIâm fine,â you flinch at his harsh tone, and he immediately moves to remedy it by squeezing your hand back. âIâm sorry. Itâs just been awhile and Iâm definitely over her but,â he bows his head, feeling embarrassed, âshe hurt me, you know?âÂ
Going into this is definitely one of the more selfish plans youâve put your mind to. Your heart pangs thinking about what must be going through everytime he sees her. If heâs reminded about all the good times they shared, or how much heâs over thought every single conversation heâs had with her up until this point.
âOf course,â you completely understand, knowing from the beginning that this whole mess would end up with some dicey feelings someway or another. âIâm just thankful you chose to stick by me. And we can talk about it if youâre comfortable,â both of you being victims of Doyeonâs brand of torture, you hope the two of you can at least be friends after all of this is over, âwe donât have to go have dinner with them.âÂ
âBut, Namjoon got us a tableââÂ
âNamjoon will be fine. We can always have dinner with him another time,â you smile softly, âwhat matters is that youâre okay.âÂ
His gaze melts, and you feel his grip loosen in your hold. He regards you with weak eyes, betraying the confidence he held himself to moments before. âThanks, y/n,â he says, âI really appreciate that.âÂ
âAnytime,â you reply honestly. âWe can go to Cheesecake and order to-go. I can make some excuse about how my stomach hurts and that we should do a raincheck.âÂ
âSounds good.âÂ
âDo you wanna eat at one of our places or eat at the park or something?â youâre already pulling up your phone, checking out the menu. âWe could invite Jin too.âÂ
âThe park sounds nice,â neither of you acknowledge the fact that youâre not inviting Seokjin, and for some reason thatâs okay.
âYeah,â you agree simply, âthe weatherâs beautiful.âÂ
Under any normal circumstances, you wouldâve been friends with someone like Jeon Jungkook, easily. A little part of you wishes that you couldâve met Jungkook first, but Doyeon has better connections than you and always had a good crowd around despite her inner motivations. No awkward exchange happens when you suggest to Jungkook to eat together. Even though youâre not technically dating, the two of you know that eating together is better than eating alone.
And you have to admit Jungkookâs great company. The two of you drive to a reserve nearby, overlooking a tiny lake. Instead of a fancy Italian tablecloth the two of you move your car seats down and set a spare picnic blanket in the trunk. Instead of a candlelit dinner the two of you find some emergency electric tealights in the glove compartment, lighting it up between you two as you dig into your to-go boxes.Â
Youâre a little envious that so much time has passed by. You couldâve been a little sneakier and made a better effort to communicate with Jungkook when you saw him regularly at family parties, and maybe you two would have a better friendship today. Nevertheless, the two of you mesh like peanut butter and jelly, exchanging conversation that has your cheeks sore from smiling too hard.Â
By the time you get to dessert, the moon is out and the stars are floating above your heads. The two of you are at war, fighting with your forks over the last strawberry in your cheesecake slice. After some careful stabbing Jungkook manages to nab it with his fork.Â
He almost puts it in his mouth, but instead swipes up some whipped cream to press the last strawberry to your lips.Â
âI think itâs working,â Jungkook says randomly as you chew the sweet fruit, âyou could see it on Doyeonâs face today. Sheâs unsettled.âÂ
âYeah,â you agree, lying down on the lavender gingham picnic blanket.Â
âDo you know why she fights with you all the time?âÂ
âThatâs a question Iâve been asking myself since the dawn of time.â
âI think I know why.â Jungkook looks down at you with his large doe eyes, licking innocently on a spoon of whipped cream.Â
âPray tell.âÂ
âSheâs jealous of you.âÂ
âNo,â you disagree easily, âsheâs jealous that I have you.âÂ
âBzzt! Wrong,â Jungkook puts his empty container in your makeshift trash can, falling beside you and knitting his hands under his head. You have a little window on the roof of your car, so both of you are able to stare at the navy sky, âsheâs always been jealous of you. Think about it. The two of you have similar lifestyles: same career path, confidence, taste, education. But even after all of that? People still like you more.âÂ
You scoff, hands immediately reaching to fiddle with the frayed corner of fabric next to your fingers. âI donât think so.âÂ
âIâve met all of Doyeonâs friends,â he informs you, âtheyâre weird. Like yeah, they care about each other on the surface level. But theyâre nothing of substance. Theyâre not like your friends.âÂ
âPlease, Doyeon has everything she could ever want,â you donât know what kind of complex you have supporting Doyeonâs life, but something deep and insecure wants to separate you two as far away from each other as possible. âLike⊠sheâs Malibu Barbie and Iâm Polly Pocket.âÂ
Jungkook turns to face you, resting his head between his palm and leaning on his elbow. âDo you not think youâre beautiful?âÂ
âYeah, but compared to DoyeonââÂ
âYouâve always been beautiful to me, donât you know that?â
You choke on your saliva, feeling small and skittish at the implication behind his words. Itâs been two years. Youâve only been friends for two weeks. How can he possibly say that?Â
âI uh, saw you once,â Jungkook coughs, and you watch the way his pale cheeks unmatch the moon and instead flit to a crimson hue, âwe were at some party and you were wearing this really cute black dress with a white bow in the middle. Doesnât even matter what party because it was random, yâknow? I was gonna go talk to you but Doyeon got to me first and well, the rest is history.â He breaks eye contact with you, unable to handle it.Â
You remember that party, vaguely. It was random, some sort of poetry slam in a shady part of town. Doyeon and you didnât even go with each other, you were with Taehyung and she just happened to stumble in there from another nearby party. You didnât even know Jungkook was there that night, or how you were a hair's breadth away from meeting him before Doyeon.Â
âDonât ever think youâre lesser than her just because out of all the people she chose to pick on, she chose you. Itâs why she never lets you get to know her boyfriends. Sheâs threatened by you because youâre just as special,â something low sparks in your chest at his words, âand now that youâve finally decided to stoop to her level and fight back with a taste of her own medicine, she doesnât know what to do.âÂ
Feeling like your body is on a beach and youâre sinking in sand, you soften over your picnic blanket, mulling it over. âDid I make the right choice? Stooping down to her level.â Your voice is quiet, comparable to the chirping birds and buzzing gnats outside.Â
âWe wonât know until after the wedding,â Jungkook answers honestly, âbut I do know Iâm sticking with you until the end. Weâre friends now, got that? You have no excuse to ignore me anymore.âÂ
You donât want to ignore Jungkook, never in a million years. Now you know that you are envious of Doyeon, for having an opportunity to love and care for an amazing person like him. So in a sudden bout of emotion, you roll over to straddle Jungkookâs waist.Â
Heâs shocked, hands flying to your waist to make sure you donât wobble off. But youâre determined, and lean down to press your lips against his. He tastes like cheesecake and strawberries, the taste melding with your own as you relish in the feeling of his soft lips against yours. You melt a little when he squeaks, breaking into a soft moan as he reciprocates the gesture. Heâs warm and large and he makes you feel safe. Once your brain returns to your body, you break for air. You only pull back a few centimeters, and thereâs no way for you to get off because Jungkook has locked you in place.Â
âWhat was that for?â he asks breathlessly.Â
âDonât know,â youâre whispering against his lips, unable to pull away, âjust felt like we needed a little more practice.âÂ
He blinks, before relaxing in a silly smile. âI agree,â he says simply, dipping you on your back so he can be on top the second time around.Â
âWeâre in Vegas, baby!âÂ
Every single terrible comedy movie set in Las Vegas has brought you to this very moment. Youâve always wanted to say that line. Dumping your luggage next to Jungkookâs, you flop on the nearest mattress. Thank goodness you only wore leggings and a t-shirt on the flight, itâs the optimal sleeping outfit after a long day. Feeling something hard and plastic dig into your brain, you hold up the culprit and squeal excitedly. âLook, Kook!â you wave the crinkly confection in your hands, âthey put mints on the pillows!âÂ
Despite your room being a square with two queen beds, the hotel does not skimp on quality. The decor is ornate, the white and gold trim on the doorknobs and metal appliances shimmering beautifully. The beds feel like clouds, as you try to imagine what a cloud could possibly feel like, this is it.Â
Jungkook immediately follows suit, ripping off his outer clothes until heâs left in his undershirt and boxers, flopping next to you on the mattress. He immediately opens his mouth when you shoot a mint, catching it easily. âI feel like weâre in a deleted scene of Crazy Rich Asians,â he says, letting the hard mint clink around his teeth, âis this the part where you tell me your family comes from old money and Iâm gonna be your sugar baby?âÂ
âDonât be so hopeful,â you narrow your eyes, booping his button nose with your finger.Â
âIâm just saying, the first class flight threw me off.âÂ
You giggle, slapping his chest, âNo. If that was true, we wouldnât be sharing a room with my cousin. Sorry you have to share the bed with me, I got the hotel with Jin and he doesnât want to sleep with you.â
âSâokay,â Jungkook replies softly, leaning closer to make grabby hands at you, âyouâre softer.âÂ
Tentatively, you scooch over so you can lean on Jungkookâs chest. You two have a little time before Doyeon and Namjoonâs combined bachelor and bachelorette party. The past two weeks have been niceâscratch that, the past two weeks with Jungkook have been wonderful. You never cared to measure how much time passed before meeting him, but now that youâve begun fake-dating, time is the only thing you regard. Youâre already beginning to miss him, knowing that in a week, this whole arrangement will be over.
Well, not exactly over. Jungkook says youâll remain friends after this, but you donât really want that. You want more, and it scares you to think he may not feel the same.Â
But right now youâre snuggling like an old couple, sleeping comfortably between pillow-like sheets and minty breath. Your pretend boyfriend, now your pretend boyfriend with benefits, looks soft and huggable and you want to bottle up this moment forever. You say benefits because, well, the cuddling is an added bonus. Practice practice practice, Jungkook sing songs the words you used that one night under the stars, excuses to seal his lips to your lips. Youâll never argue with that. So when Jungkookâs hand tightens around your waist and pulls you closer, you relent.Â
One second, youâre closing your eyes and the next, youâre waking up to Seokinâs wide eyes staring back at you.Â
âEep, you creepo!â you shriek, scrambling away from him. Thatâs when you realize Jungkookâs missing from bed, the scent of his laundry detergent lingering between the eggshell Egyptian cotton.Â
âJungkookâs in the shower,â Seokjin immediately reads your mind, pulling away so he can unpack his luggage. âMy flight just got in two hours ago, you both were out like a light when I arrived.â
âUgh, Iâm really not ready to party.âÂ
âDoyeon just texted the family group chat. She reserved the rooftop, the party starts in an hour,â he talks mindlessly, rifling through his stuff. Seokjin is fiddling with his clothes, despite the fact that you know Seokjin prepares his outfits days in advance so he doesnât have to choose. He looks concerned, pulling out a flamingo pink boardshort and setting it down on his mattress. Finally he says, âIâm worried about you.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause. Itâs clear that youâre starting to fall for Jungkook.âÂ
The words strike you straight in the place youâre trying to avoid. Youâve been living in a fantasy these past two weeks, thinly veiled by the whole reason you two are together in the first place. Doyeonâs wedding is just around the corner, and what then?Â
âIâm not saying that he doesnât feel anything for you either,â that gets your heart skipping a beat, and you secretly hold a hand to your chest under the blankets, âbut do you really want to start off a relationship like this? A relationship all messy and morally objective because itâs built on revenge?âÂ
âDonât worry about me,â the words easily fall from your lips, âI can take care of this.âÂ
âI hate it when you say that,â the words are curt and harsh against Seokjinâs plush lips, âIâm allowed to worry about you, y/n. You know why? Because, because youâre my favorite cousin too,â he bites his lip, walking over so he sits on your side of the bed. âSo donât tell me what I can and canât worry about. I want you to be happy, I want you to stop holding in this anger you have for Doyeon and move on.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, leaning over to press your cheek against Seokjinâs shoulder. âYouâre right.âÂ
âFor the first time in a long time, youâve finally decided to lean on someone,â and both of you know who that someone is. âI donât want you to lose him over some petty family issue. You should tell him how you feel.âÂ
âI will,â you wrap your arms around your cousinâs slim waist in a silent thanks.Â
âAm I interrupting a tender family moment?âÂ
The two of you pull away to stare at Jungkook, leaning against the doorframe that leads to the bathroom. Heâs in a plain white t-shirt and the red board shorts that you bought at the mall, cutting off mid-thigh and revealing the bulky muscle underneath. You were right, the shorts do make his thighs look thick.Â
Seokjin groans exaggeratedly. âYes, yes you did.âÂ
Jungkook immediately goes to replace Seokjinâs spot, and some stray droplets fall fresh from the shower due to his slicked-back hair. âDo you wanna get ready? First partyâs soon.âÂ
âNot really,â you admit, âyouâre gonna meet the family all over again.âÂ
âSecond timeâs the charm,â he winked, âIâve already met your parents and everything. Not feeling nervous at all.âÂ
âOh, really?âÂ
âReally,â and the facade cools down a little, âwell, maybe a little nervous for your Aunt Lillian. Her stares give me the heebie-jeebies.âÂ
âDonât worry, Iâll protect you from Aunt Lillian.âÂ
âGod the two of you get worse every day,â Seokjin has magically changed into his shorts, tucking himself into the bed, âdonât wake me up until we pre-game.âÂ
Doyeon and Namjoon donât skimp on the festivities, although in taste the ideas are Doyeonâs in its entirety. Itâs lavish and colorful, with a beautiful infinity pool in the middle decorated with lavender and pink headlights. Thereâs a buffet table overflowing with tasty food. Thereâs petal pink champagne overflowing from fountains, decorated with fresh strawberries bobbing around the fizzy drink.Â
âI donât know,â Namjoon and Jungkook have been talking for well over an hour, and itâs clear how well they mesh together. Heck, youâve accepted that Jungkook may like Namjoon more than he likes you. Jungkookâs eyes sparkle as Namjoon discusses the various genres of rap and hip-hop music, explaining the potency of mature themes in a young community, âbut I will say music is like another language, knows no boundaries when it comes to sending their messages to others.âÂ
You fight the urge to chuckle when Jungkook sighs dreamily at the music theory professor. âWow, thatâs so deep.âÂ
Getting up from your cabana, you nudge Seokjin, whoâs currently flirting it up with one of Doyeonâs bridesmaids. âHey, wanna get a drink?â you ask, throwing your wrap on the cushions to reveal your strappy red bikini.Â
âAnd chicken tenders,â Seokjin presses a kiss to the bridesmaidâs cheek, bidding her goodbye as he follows you out of the shaded area.Â
âDo you two lovebirds want anything?â you stare pointedly at Namjoon and Jungkook. While Namjoonâs eyes stay in contact with you, you canât help but smile a little more when Jungkook has a hard time keeping his gaze in one place.Â
âI think weâre fine,â Namjoon answers for both of them, swirling his beer bottle. âIâll meet you two at the bar once Iâm done.âÂ
âSure thing,â Seokjin puts a hand on your back to lead you to one of the open bars. As much as you like being in a handsome hotel with money to burn, nothing beats the fact that your entire family is here to celebrate. The elders have corroborated two cabanas for poker and other games, while your younger cousins are playing ping pong and air hockey on the other side.Â
âNamjoon sure is a dreamboat,â Seokjin bemoans, handing you an electric orange drink. You take a sip of it, and bug out when you realize it tastes nothing like alcohol. Youâre definitely in for a night. âLike I can hear him wax music thingamajib any day.âÂ
âI thought you were into that bridesmaid.âÂ
âA mere diversion,â he sighs, leaning his tanned arms against the bar, âcanât ignore the deep voice Namjoon has, itâs intoxicating.âÂ
âIâm sure Jungkook would agree,â you egg on.Â
âWhat are you two talking about?â you straighten up when the man of the hour shows up at the bar, absolutely glowing under the sunset. He orders a round for the three of you, and you immediately chug your own drink to get to the next one.Â
âTalking about how youâre stealing Jungkook away from me,â you joke, accepting another fruity drink from Namjoon. Damn, this stuff tastes like candy.Â
âOh, never,â Namjoon replies brightly, waving the thought away, âdo you see the way he looks at you? Hopelessly in love.âÂ
Maybe itâs the copious amounts of alcohol, but you feel your stomach flip-flop at the thought of love. Youâve always known what love felt like, the warmth of Namjoonâs cheeks whenever he sees Doyeon, when your mom takes care of you when youâre sick, when Seokjin makes sure youâre not emotionally constipated 24/7. But the thought of Jungkook and you in love? Itâs a feeling you secretly yearn for.Â
âRight? Itâs disgusting,â Seokjin groans with an eye roll, âlike, Jungkook wasnât like that with Doyeon at all when they were together.âÂ
The slip up has the three of you choking on your own thoughts, staring at each other like the three have just been told youâre on a prank show. But it is no prank, and you look at Seokjin whoâs absolutely horrified.Â
âOh shit,â he squeaks, looking at Namjoon guiltily, âdid I say something I shouldnât have said?âÂ
âI donât know,â Namjoon replies coolly, âdid you?âÂ
The ominous response gets you going, and you quickly place a hand on Namjoonâs arm, placating him. âThey dated, yes. But it was only for a short time and weâve sorted everything out. Nothing for you to worry about.âÂ
âOh,â Namjoon quirks his head, and regards you two with pursed lips. âIâm not one of those guys who freak out over other peopleâs exes. Iâm just surprised that Iâve only heard this now,â Namjoon takes a slow sip of his drink, and despite your drink also being cold and refreshing, youâre absolutely sweating.Â
âWell, Iâm sure Doyeon didnât want to worry you.â
At the mention of his future wife, he beams. âYouâre right, sheâs considerate like that,â and the conversation ends just like that. He holds up his drink to the two of you, and you and Seokjin do the same. With a sharp clink he leaves you two to mull, happily conversing with the next round of guests he needs to entertain for the week.Â
âThat guy is too nice for his own good,â you shake your head, asking the bartender for your third drink within ten minutes.Â
Seokjin leans over you and warbles, âSo youâre telling me that Namjoon has no idea that Doyeon cheated on Jungkook in order to date him?â heâs sweating just like you are, following suit to your actions and asking to make his drink a double.Â
âI donât know,â you bite your lip, your teeth worrying the dark skin, âIâve been thinking about it for a while though. I just donât want to get involved, you know?âÂ
âBut this is different!âÂ
âBut Doyeonâs family!âÂ
âAnd all of a sudden you care about Doyeonâs feelings?â Seokjin gripes back, âitâs not about Doyeon, itâs about the both of them. And if we know something that Namjoon doesnât, wouldnât it be in our best interests to warn him before he seals a marriage deal that costs him over a zillion dollars?â he gestures to the extravagant wedding party.Â
âBut we donât even have any proof thatâs the case,â you frown, âDoyeon could have changedâa little, not a lotâsince meeting Namjoon, maybe she thinks itâs best to reveal as little as possible.âÂ
Seokjin wonders what kind of family he has. One as chaotic as his takes a lot to stomach, and Seokjin likes to pride himself in his strong appetite. âFine, letâs just keep a close eye on both of them this week. And if anything remotely fishy happens, we strike.âÂ
âDeal.âÂ
You return to the cabana alone, with a plate of fries for both you and Jungkook. Jungkook is also alone, laying on the lounge chair with his eyes closed. It gives you a chance to ogle your fake-boyfriend a little bit, reveling in the sight of his toned body.Â
Setting down your plate with a sharp rap of the glass, Jungkook opens one eye. âHey,â he smiles, drinking in your muted expression, âyou okay?â
Damn Jungkook for being able to read you so well. âI think so. Itâs nothing, really.âÂ
âWell, will you tell me if itâs something?âÂ
âYeah, I will.âÂ
âSo, I do have something to tell you though.â Jungkook sits up, regarding you wearily. âCan you⊠stand in front of me?â Confused, you shove a fry in your mouth and walk up to him as directed, your back blocking the entrance as you stand in front of him. âOkay, come closer. Now bend down,â you bend your back 90 degrees, and he presses a hand to your shoulder to stop you, âno, no. With your breasts out, just a littleâthere! Arch your back. Like youâre doing the Sorority Squat.âÂ
âExcuse meââÂ
âThe music isnât even that loud,â he mutters to himself, âno one would need to push their boobs in my face to hear me.âÂ
âJungkook, is someone pressing boobs to your face?âÂ
âWhy,â he breaks into a playful grin, âjealous?â
âNot if itâs Aunt Lillian.âÂ
âUnfortunately it wasnât,â he twiddles with the drawstrings of his shorts. âIt was Doyeon.âÂ
Doyeon? She didnât walk by your cabana all day. Heck, she barely greeted you when you arrived with Jungkook. But when Jungkookâs alone is when she decides to pounce? And with what motive?Â
âI donât know,â heâs rambling to himself, âmaybe Iâm overthinking it. It was only half a second.âÂ
âJungkook, I have something to tell you,â you say instead, panic in your features.Â
âIs it something urgent?âÂ
âWell, no butââÂ
âThen tell me when we get back to the room,â Jungkook easily pulls you onto his lap, and you instantly heat up when you feel your bare butt press against Jungkookâs golden thighs. âLike you said, weâre in Vegas. Letâs have fun while we can.âÂ
âOkay,â you tuck your head between his neck and collarbone, reaching to press a kiss to his smooth jawline.Â
Relaxing against the plush lounge chair Jungkook feeds you fries while talking about the things he wants to do this week. Itâs his first time in Vegas and he wants to make the most of it. He wants to visit all the buffets he sees on Buzzfeed compilations, relax at the pool, maybe catch a show. The thought of spending all week with him and your family is nice, and suddenly you donât feel so awkward sitting on his lap, and eventually he pulls you between his thighs so you can lay on his chest.Â
âAnd between you and me,â he fake whispers against the shell of your ear, as if heâs telling you the biggest secret, âweâre the hottest couple here.âÂ
The next three days leading up to the wedding are relatively uninteresting.Â
Uninteresting in the best way possible. On Monday you and Jungkook spend time with your little cousins, taking them to The Adventuredome, one of the resort's indoor theme parks. On Tuesday you and Jungkook go shopping at the outlet malls with your parents, blowing hundreds of dollars on cheap Levis that have your luggage bursting with a new wardrobe. In between all of that Seokjin and occasionally Namjoon joins you two in your buffet journey, hitting up the top spots and filling your tummies to the brim with delicious food.Â
On Wednesday, Jungkook brandishes two gold-foiled tickets in front of you, waving them around like a fan. With one finger, he pushes away your PokĂ©mon battle, âI got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,â he announces proudly, âwaited in line for an hour.â
You gape, scrambling off of your bed and throwing your Nintendo Switch to the side. âJungkook,â you marvel, âthese are so expensive. Howâd you manage to get a show for tonight?âÂ
He shrugs, âLooked around.âÂ
âYouâve been impulse buying a lot this week,â you tease, âlike really, you donât need three pairs of the same ripped jeans.â
âThis wasnât an impulse buy,â he says, âIâve been looking around for shows. Just managed to pick them up today, so go get dressed for our date.â
Did Jungkook just call it a date? Giddy with excitement you throw the covers off, running into the bathroom to get ready. What a surprise, you didnât think Jungkook would be into spontaneous things like this.Â
Seokjin left the bathroom open, so when you walk in the room it is steamy and warm. Your dear cousin is still in the shower, probably waiting for his conditioner to pass three minutes of set-in time.Â
âWhat are you getting ready for?â Seokjin asks over the rain shower.
âKook got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,â you chirp happily, looking through your skin care products.Â
âI wanna come!âÂ
âNope! Jungkook called it a date.âÂ
âOh, a date,â Seokjin drawls, putting his head under the water to rinse his hair clean. âWell then, should I vacate the room for tonight?âÂ
âWhat, no!â youâve closed the door, so thankfully Jungkook canât hear you talking about him. âWeâre not doing anything. Weâre just two friends who are fake-dating going on a date.âÂ
âSounds like a real date, though,â Seokjin wraps a towel around himself to cover all his important bits before getting out of the shower, bumping elbows with you so he can brush his teeth. âEither way, Iâll be gone tonight. Itâs my turn to watch the baby cousins. Donât have too much fun while I'm in their room watching Despicable Me for the millionth time.âÂ
âWeâll be sure to stop by with some pizza or something,â you tease, a little wiggle in your hips when you vacate the bathroom.Â
By the time you and Jungkook are ready, you two are dressed impeccably. Jungkook is wearing one of the ripped black jeans he bought on Tuesday, combined with a white button up and black blazer. A classic outfit with a little bit of Jungkook-themed flair. And to Jungkookâs surprise, youâre wearing the dress that he first saw you in, all those years ago. Youâve gained a little weight since college, but you still fill out the little black dress beautifully, the little white bow in the middle adding a simple yet adorable touch. It took a little sleuthing and searching through your old college clothes, but you were determined to find it when Jungkook reminded you how much you love the design.Â
Clearly from the way Jungkook is currently gaping at you like a bloated fish, he loves it too.Â
The show is beautiful and colorful, leaving you speechless and in tears by the end of it. Jungkook lets you hold his hand the entire time, feeling a bout of anxiety anytime the acrobats fall gracefully despite the large height.Â
Overall, it was a wonderful show, paired with your equally enamouring date. Itâs getting harder and harder to distinguish whatâs fake and whatâs real in your heart, and throughout the night youâre sorely reminded that you should tell Jungkook how you feel.Â
But by the time you get to the room your parents are calling you, asking to get their suit and dresses out of the car so hotel service can do a last minute press and dry clean.Â
âIâll be back,â you say to Jungkook, âI need to go get their clothes out of the car. Theyâre always so forgetful.âÂ
âWant me to come?â he offers, hand shying away from inserting the keycard in.Â
âNo, Iâll only be fifteen minutes, tops.â
âSo I guess this is this the part where I get a goodnight kiss?â he asks cheekily, leaning on his heels so his tall frame reaches yours. You donât hesitate to give a short peck to his pretty pink lips. He pouts at the brevity, âthat was too quick.âÂ
âGo inside,â you insist, âthe sooner you get ready for bed the sooner I can get ready for bed.âÂ
âThen more kisses?âÂ
âThen more kisses.âÂ
Jungkook breaks into an all-teeth smile, unable to control himself when he dips down and steals a longer, more lingering kiss to your lips. âI had a great time tonight,â he says, mimicking every single teenage rom-com protagonist whoâs deeply in love with the popular jock. âDonât take too long, okay?âÂ
You nod, pushing him inside, âCâmon, if you stopped talking Iâd be back by now!âÂ
Once the door closes shut, you let yourself do a little dance in the hallway, wiggling your butt and giving yourself a mini-celebration. You quickly text your group chat that you just came back from the Cirque show.
Jimin: what, a date with your fake date?
Hobi: jeon jungcock? đđ
Jimin: whaaaaaattttt. Uâve gotta have sat in his lap at least. 3 times since youâve started this ting
Hobi: iâve heard things in collegeâŠÂ
Taehyung: u are all gross and i hate uÂ
Taehyung: but so am i bc im very curiousÂ
Just as youâre about to send a heated reply, the elevator dings, revealing a pissed off Doyeon. Sheâs bare-faced, in a fluffy lilac bath robe and matching puff ball slippers. You slip in right beside her, making sure thereâs a comfortable amount of space between you two.Â
âYouâre going to the parking garage too?â you ask, eyes lingering on the lit button.Â
âYeah,â sheâs looking at her phone, a few stray hairs from her mahogany bun falling onto her forehead, âAunt Lillian left her medication in the car. I donât know why she has to send me, Iâm busy getting married.âÂ
âMy parents left their formal clothes in the car,â you shrug, âyou know, my parents and Aunt Lillian share the same brain cell. Gotta help them out once in a while.â Â
The icy silence in the elevator is probably the calmest you and Doyeon have been since youâve announced your relationship status with Jungkook. You fight the sigh, opting to take out your phone and open some unread messages.Â
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: hurry up, the bedâs cold without uÂ
You: lool, why do u look constipatedÂ
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: because i am, hurry up. Im bringing ur switch to the toilet and playing on your profileÂ
You: JEON WAIT YAMPERS AT 5HP GO TO THE POKEMON CENTER U HEATHEN
You tilt your head a centimeter, feeling Doyeon breathing down your neck like Puff the Magic Dragon. You look at her with wide eyes. Her long, slender neck manages to snake its way next to your head, âCan I help you?â you ask amusedly, clutching your phone to your chest.Â
âAre you two really together?â she asks, batting her lashes. All this week sheâs left you alone, and youâve been wondering when sheâs going to make herself known. Itâs a little self-absorbed you have to admit, but ever since Namjoonâs ignorance to Doyeonâs previous relationship, youâve been on edge.Â
âOf course we are,â you spit back, âI love him.âÂ
And you must be very convincing, because Doyeonâs gaze falters just a fraction. You glare at her, staking your claim. Ever since Jungkook told you the reason Doyeon hates you is because sheâs jealous, youâve started to feel a bit of sympathy for her. Doyeon is beautiful and smart, she has no reason to feel this way. But the brain holds fickle thoughts sometimes, bringing darkness to the mind.Â
âHe loved me first,â she bites back, lifting her chin.Â
âAnd why do you care?â you laugh tonelessly. The elevator dings open, and youâre met with the open air and concrete of the parking garage. âHe may have loved you first, but heâll love me last.âÂ
You leave the elevator first, a little pep in your step as you make your way to the rental car to gather your parentâs things. While the words you uttered are white in nature and may not hold any sort of weight to them, it manages to bring Doyeon to her knees, absolutely quaking in the elevator.Â
Youâre tasting revenge, and itâs sweet.Â
âOkay, you need to leave,â Seokjin pulls away the shot glass from your lips, âI didnât spend days planning the itinerary for you to mess it up. Bridal party in Doyeonâs suite and the groomâs party in Namjoonâs parents suite.âÂ
âThatâs dumb,â you chastise, crossing your arms, âweâre all meeting at the same club at 10. Why canât we pre-party together?âÂ
âBecause itâs tradition!âÂ
âScrew tradition,â you stumble on your heels as you purse your lips at Jungkook, âKook, when we get married I donât wanna do a whole boy-and-girl party. Weâre equals, right?âÂ
âOf course, baby,â he cooes, being careful not to smudge your makeup when he presses his lips to the crown of your head. âBut for the sake of Seokjinâs sanity, you should probably go to Doyeonâs. Itâll only be an hour or two.âÂ
You gasp exaggeratedly at the blatant betrayal. He only grins cheekily in response, dipping down to press a wet kiss to your cheek. âFine,â you cross your arms, snatching back your drink from Seokjinâs grasp to knock it down.Â
Leaving the bachelor pre-party pains you considerably. Theyâre having such a good time joking around the suite, telling each other fun stories and relaxing in chairs as they watch TV. This is your kind of crowd, not to mention that you can peacefully check out Jungkookâs ass in those tight dress pants without any crazy club lights distorting your vision.
From past family party experience you already have a feeling whatâs coming for you in the ladiesâ suite.Â
Loud music pours from Doyeonâs suite, and itâs completely unlocked. The bridal party is raving, ten seconds away from being completely drunk and immobile. The lights are being manually shut on and off like some sort of cheap rager, and you have to tell Yoojung to tone it down before you get a seizure.Â
The stench of acidic drinks and the tang of alcoholic air is palpable, and instead of a shot you opt for a glass of peach champagne to slow you down.Â
As you walk deeper into the suite, you notice a crowd forming by the balcony. Tapping your cousin Nari on the shoulder, you regard her with a hug and kiss. âWhatâs going on over there?â you ask, heels not helping you see any better.Â
Nariâs all blushy and pink, hiccuping as she gestures to the balcony. âHer maid of honor got Doyeon a very special gift!âÂ
Managing to weave through the women blocking your view, you fight the urge to gag when you have a clear view of the scene in front of you.
You really donât understand the purpose of bachelor and bachelorette parties. âOne night to be single all over again!â they all say, even though theyâre not actually single? Like why does the couple suddenly get one night of forgiveness when youâve already spent years being in a committed relationship?Â
Why is it okay that Doyeonâs dry humping a stripper on the balcony? Her white silk dress is ruched dangerously high, soon close to flashing her family. Aunties and friends and the like are cheering her on, and she flips her head perfectly to all the phones shoved in their faces, making sure to get the perfect angle.Â
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you turn back in the hopes that your other family members would be willing to have a good old-fashioned tip back with you.Â
You squeal when your hands accidentally land on a bare, oiled chest. You look up, mortified at the large man covered in black harnesses. âHey babe, Iâm Wonho,â he says, faking a sultry gaze as he looks at you up and down, âyouâre part of the bridal party too? Wanna dance?âÂ
Feeling naked, you push past him, careful not to get anything on your dress. Wonho? Wonno.
Jungkook loves your family.Â
(Except Doyeon.)
As much as he told you not to worry about him, and heâll be completely fine when he meets your family, he couldnât help be a little wary on the flight over. After all, itâs been two years and he didnât know how things would be different.Â
Chaoticism and all, your family is a thing to be cherished. Even though Yoongi has been on mood swings that make Jungkook question his sanity from time to time, and Seokjin is secretly breathing down Jungkookâs back every time he so glances at you, he thinks things are right where they should be. Â
But despite all that they regarded him with familiarity, hugged and kissed him like old friends, something is different. Theyâve turned over a new page for him. They donât bring up Doyeon. They ask about his family, his job, his life in the city. They ask about how you and Jungkook met, and how happy they are for you. How happy they are for him.
Oh, how he wishes everything could be different. In another world, you two would already be together.Â
He wasnât lying back at the cabana when he said you two are the hottest couple at the resort, including the bridal party (but donât tell Namjoon). You look absolutely stunning in your sparkly red dress, accentuating all the right parts and lighting up the whole room.Â
When he finds you in the club youâre sitting down with your Aunties, keeping the elders company while the younger ones are flagging down the bartenders. He thinks itâs cute, how well you fit in between them, coddling you like youâre still a child in their eyes.Â
âDear, your boyfriend is here!â your one Aunt yells over the loud EDM.
You lift your head up quickly, giving him the prettiest smile. Your teeth glow purple under the neon lights, and he fights the urge to laugh when he holds out a hand. âMind if I steal her from you?âÂ
âOf course, sheâs gotta live a little!âÂ
You pout, a little wobbly but nevertheless still in the right mind as you shuffle out of the booth to meet his awaiting arms. âHey handsome,â your voice is thick and sweet-smelling, âcome here often?âÂ
âOnly when my girlfriend does,â he replies cheekily, hands immediately coming to your butt to smooth out your dress. He shys a bit when your Aunties hoot and holler at his public display of affection, but all he wants to do was pull the hem down a little bit. No way is he going to let anyone get a flash of your goods.Â
âLetâs dance!â you take your hand in his, leading him to a comfortable corner of the dance floor.Â
Clubs arenât really your scene, aligning with Jungkookâs sentiments towards the loud generic music and terrible smell. But youâre in Vegas, and he feels that itâs all part of the package to experience the nightlife at least once. He puts his hands on your waist and you giggle like youâre in prom, hands coming to rest on the collar of his button down.Â
âHey,â he says with a lopsided smirk, âwanna make out?âÂ
 âSure,â he notices that you donât even check if anyoneâs seeing, and it makes his heart flutter when you donât hesitate to get on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.Â
Heâs always hoped for a moment like this, a moment where the room stops spinning and both your minds click into place. Itâs almost comical, how he distinctly notes that the music fades once his lips touch yours. The kiss is hot, yet intimate. Even though he makes excuses to kiss you all the time because of practice, it goes to show that you two definitely never needed it. Your tiny hands grip the collar of his button down, bringing you two impossibly close despite the hot air. His larger hands grip at the strings that hold your measly dress together, grappling at any excuse to get to your soft skin. The two of you are a natural when it comes to each otherâs intimacy.Â
The two of you pull away, mesmerized. You havenât kissed like that before. He melts under your stare, his thumb reaching to nick off any lip gloss thatâs moved in the process.Â
Seokjin comes down the floor to haul you both by the shoulders, âCâmon lovebirds, theyâre taking wedding shots!âÂ
The two of you follow your cousin to the crowd of people that is your family, already with their own drinks in hand. Doyeon and Namjoon are sitting atop the bar, making a very loud toast that consisted of a quick âthank you!â and âwe love you!â before downing their drinks with their arms linked together. The room is thrumming with excitement for tomorrowâs festivities, and surprisingly, you and Jungkook included. He tucks himself in your body like a puzzle piece, hugging you from behind while he watches Namjoonâs eyes sparkle with love under the neons.Â
The nightclub gets a little blurry after that, with the copious amounts of alcohol and shameless actions from your family and friends. By the time itâs twelve Jungkook notices you swaying at a rate that you canât handle. He knows your limits and knows when you have to urge to pee every five minutes, itâs time to go. With a chaste kiss you leave him at the bar, deciding to make a pitstop to the bathroom before telling Jungkook you want to head up.
Youâre locked in a stall when you hear Yoojungâs voice.Â
âUgh,â she groans, voice echoing through the tiny room. âJungkook is so sexy. Do you see the way heâs dancing out there? Heâs a literal babe magnet, I canât believe he ended up with someone like y/n.âÂ
You donât move a muscle, pressing your ear against the door that hides you. The silly slander isnât news to you, Doyeon has been feeding her friends all sorts of bullcrap so they wouldnât bother talking to you.Â
âYeah, Jungkookâs a real treat but he dated Doyeon first. Sounds like sheâs into sloppy seconds,â Elly replies, another bridesmaid youâve met in passing. âBut I donât know, they do look happy together.â
âPlease, Iâm sure Jungkookâs just using her so he can get one more chance at Doyeon before she ties the knot,â you bristle, the thought of Jungkook still having feelings for Doyeon makes your heart thud painfully against your chest, âlike, what a downgrade. Namjoon and Doyeon do not deserve this drama. If Jungkook ever liked Doyeon at all, he wouldnât have come. Period.âÂ
You slam the door open, causing Elly to squeal and Yoojungâs YSL lipstick to fall onto the sink. Youâre the epitome of relaxation, walking towards the sink to wash your hands. The bridesmaids simply stare at you, unable to formulate a comeback. When you finally dry your hands, you say your next words.Â
âJungkook is here because he loves me,â an act act act. This is all an act. You shouldnât be this offended because you know itâs all false. âAnd youâre wrong. Itâs not Jungkook that doesnât deserve Doyeon. Jungkook was too good for Doyeon.âÂ
And you slam your heels against the tile, stilettos pounding to the beat of the music. Your exit is full of anger and frustration as you ignore the burn in your step and the ache in your heart, flagging the first bartender you see to get you a double.Â
Shot for shot, that anger soon melts into guilt as Yoojungâs words sink in. The thought of Jungkook using you to get to Doyeon is terrible, you can barely stomach the thought. But thatâs exactly what youâre doing, right? Youâre using Jungkook to get back at Doyeon.Â
Why did you even want to get back at Doyeon anymore? Why do you have to prove anything to her? If she just continues to push you around, isnât that more on her than it is on you?Â
Jungkook soon finds you after youâve nursed a few drinks, leaning unceremoniously against a barstool. His eyes widen at your state, and he immediately sheds his jacket to wrap it around your waist.Â
âWhy did you drink so much?â he chastises, âitâs the night before the wedding.âÂ
âJungkookie,â you warble, clutching your stomach, âI donât feel so good.âÂ
He sighs, bending down. âGet on my back. Make sure the jacket covers you up, okay?âÂ
He doesnât even grunt when you put all your weight on him, feeling like a ragdoll as he hoists you up. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting him carry you to your room. Most of the older family already went upstairs to sleep, so none of your cousins could care less when they see you get hauled away by Jungkook.Â
You inhale, he smells like sweat and cologne. âI like putting my head between your neck,â you babble, and you feel Jungkook chuckle through his chest, âyou smell so nice there. Itâs the bestset! Comfiest place ever, âspecially when mâsleepy.âÂ
âAre you sleepy now, baby?â You love how smooth the petname falls from his lips.Â
âI will be when we get upstairs,â you reply, happy to see the elevator is empty. âIâm just all up in my head.âÂ
âIs that why you were drinking so much? You said you were gonna stop earlier.âÂ
âYeah, but,â you shamefully tuck your head in his shoulder, âI was frustrated.âÂ
âFrustrated? At who?â concern laces his tone as he struggles to hold you with one hand and fumble for his key in the other. You tighten your legs around his slim waist until the door clicks open, and he immediately walks over to your bed to plop you down. âBabe, are you crying?â he finally has a good look at your face, horrified to see the streaks of tears mixed with mascara running down your face.Â
âI wa-was jealous,â you confess tearily, clutching your face in your hands, âsome girls in the bathroom were calling you sexy and that you were only here so you could try to win over Doyeon. I know it sounds ridiculous and you would never do that but. The thought of you getting back with her makes me so jealous and I hate it! Iâm starting to feel so guilty about this, all of this. I put all of this on ourselves and Iâm ruining it.âÂ
âRuining what? Youâre not making any sense.â Jungkook places a hand on your knee, crouching down so he can look up at you.Â
âIâm ruining us,â you gush despondently, âIâm ruining any potential of us before we even start.âÂ
Jungkook freezes, hand clutching your knee like a lifeline. The potential of you two together? Youâve thought of that? Jungkook didnât drink much tonight, so his mind is definitely running on all cogs.Â
Coming to a conclusion, he rubs slow, soothing circles on your knee, his other hand reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. âYouâre not ruining anything,â he declares firmly, âthatâs impossible. I may have agreed to fake-date you because of Doyeon, but I stayed because of you.âÂ
His heart aches seeing you so upset, and he decides to take initiative to get you out of your clothing and ready for bed. You donât have any words, opting to let Jungkook take care of you as you try to calm yourself down. He finds a spare t-shirt, a long one so youâll be comfortable. He doesnât bat an eye when he unzips your dress, in favor of balling up the shirt and getting you clothed as fast as possible. He rifles through the bathroom to find your makeup wipes, and heâs gentle when he scrubs up the once pretty makeup you spent half an hour doing. Barefaced and fresh, you look sleepy and ready to crash.Â
But before Jungkook can tuck you in, you clutch his arm.
âJungkook,â you murmur sleepily, âI think I loââÂ
âI know, baby,â he doesnât want a confession like this, and heâs sure you wouldnât want it either. You still look a little green and youâre not sober, so he makes the executive decision to pin these feelings for later. âIâm not trying to invalidate you, I promise. I want you to tell me this, all of this in the morning. Weâll talk then.â
âOkay,â you melt in the sheets, pulling the blankets up to your chest. When you see Jungkook move away from the bed, you jolt, âWhere are you going?âÂ
Jungkook smiles, reaching over to tuck you back in, âI left my blazer in Namjoonâs room. Iâll be right back, okay?âÂ
He walks out of your room as quietly as he can, making sure to close the door slowly. Once itâs sealed shut, he leaps up, giving himself a silent cheer as he bounds down the hall. You like him back!Â
The smile on his face is tired but full of fervor as he makes his way to Namjoon and Doyeonâs suite. He doesnât even care that he probably has to talk to Doyeon to get his jacket back, thoughts filled with the excitement of his requited feelings and going back to his room to cuddle up with you.Â
He doesnât even have to knock when the large double doors swing open. Dumbfounded, he looks down at Doyeon, wearing a tiny black nightie and dangling his jacket with one finger. Itâs an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination, and he feels his neck heat up at the feeling heâs encroaching on an intimate moment.Â
âYou left this,â she says slowly, a tiny smirk on her lips.Â
âUh, thanks,â he says, making sure not to touch her when he grabs his blazer.Â
In her other hand she holds up her roomâs designated ice bucket. âCould you also get me some ice, please? Namjoonâs fast asleep and I really donât want to walk out all⊠exposed.âÂ
He swallows his sigh, knowing itâs going to take significantly longer to get back to you when Doyeon drawls like this. âOf course,â he replies tersely, âafter all, you are the bride.âÂ
âThanks, Jungkookie.âÂ
He makes quick work of getting Doyeon the ice, pumping his long legs down the hall. The ice room is cold and cramped, barely enough for his tall frame to fit in. He jabs the container in the holder, pressing the button ten times per second to get as much ice out as possible.Â
As soon as he turns around with the ice, he drops the whole bucket.Â
Like glass, it shatters onto the ground, hundreds of little clear pebbles skimming across the floor like marbles. Doyeonâs pushing Jungkook against the ice machine, freshly manicured hands splayed across his chest. Her body is flush against his, making sure that he feels all of her with her thin silk gown.Â
âWhat the fuck, Doyeon get off of me!â a little part of him hopes sheâll come to her senses on her own so he doesnât have to put his hands on her.Â
âCâmon, Kookie,â her voice is a sickly candy sweet, her eyes wide with hunger as she takes in his form, âjust one more night, you and me. Like old times. One more night before I tie the knot.âÂ
âYouâre crazy,â he balks, running his hand through his hair, âthis is sexual harassment, do you know that?âÂ
âYou donât mean that, Kookie,â Doyeon dips a red-tipped nail down his chest, âwhy settle for someone like y/n when Iâm right here?âÂ
He grabs her wrists, firm. She winces at the contact, but doesnât say anything when Jungkook delivers her a scary glare. It gets her quiet, fearful of this version of Jungkook. Doyeonâs never seen Jungkook like this before, so unwilling to bend at her whim and emanating all his power against her.Â
âWhy settle for your cousin?â he whispers like itâs the most obvious thing in the world, âbecause, I love her.âÂ
Her lip curls in disgust, nails digging into the palm of his hand. âBut you loved me first.â
âAnd Iâll love her last,â he spits pack, letting go of her. His anger splits for a brief second, regarding Doyeon with sorrow, âthis is low, even for you.â
Jungkook pushes past the ice, wobbling out of the ice room. He doesnât look back, he just knows that he needs you right now. He needs to tell you everything, figure out a plan to cancel the wedding or something.Â
But when he crashes inside the room, youâre dead asleep. He canât find the courage to wake up Seokjin as well, who returned and is sleeping in his club outfit. He groans, feeling useless as he stares at the two of you, ignorant of what just conspired ten minutes ago.Â
And Namjoon, what is he going to tell Namjoon? Poor guy doesnât deserve any of this.Â
Walking up to your side of the bed, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear. You look so peaceful now, so beautiful.Â
Itâs just going to have to wait until the morning.Â
The morning of the wedding, you wake up alone.Â
The first thought that runs through your head is that Jungkook has rejected you. The little, insecure bug that will never go away in your brain fills you with rash thoughts. Heâs on a flight half way back home and he regrets this whole week.Â
But after that exaggeration, you notice two aspirin and a bottle of water on your nightstand, along with your phone thatâs fully charged.Â
You pull up the screen to check the dozens of messages that flood your app.Â
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: morning babe, im sorry i had to leave early. Namjoon showed up at our door freaking out that his suit is the wrong fit and shade. Now im running around vegas trying to find a replacement that doesnât look like an elvis presley extra
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: but i didnât forget what you said last night, i promise! Just go get ready and iâll meet u at the chapel outside the resort.Â
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: i also have something to say to you
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: wow i didnât realize how ominous that sounds. Dw, everything will be fine
When someone tells you something will be fine, itâs a universal agreement that no, things will not be fine.Â
So you get dressed, and put on your makeup mindlessly. You donât really know what to make of Jungkookâs cryptic message, but you decide to leave those thoughts in the back of your mind as you go to the other rooms to help your family get ready.Â
Seokjin is busy tying the ring bearerâs tie, looking handsome with his slicked back hair and polished grey suit. âMorning, cousin,â he sing-songs, âyou look beautiful today!â
You smooth out your dress, a cascading silver number with starry sparkles. You feel like youâre living out your magical girl fantasies, wrapped up in layers of tulle and a sparkly sweetheart bodice.
âRight back at you. Say, you didnât see Jungkook this morning, did you?âÂ
âNo, but I heard heâs with Namjoon hunting for a new suit. Why?âÂ
âNothing,â you lean against the guest table, âhe just said something really ominous over text.âÂ
âI will never get a peaceful day so long as Iâm in this family,â he says this directly to the ring bearer, a toddler whoâs obviously confused at his uncleâs weird sayings.Â
Your phone beeps conveniently, displaying Jungkookâs name.Â
Jeon Jung-boo-thang: just got his suit. Weâll be there in fifteen. Meet me at the garden behind the chapel, please. Itâs urgentÂ
Now youâre just worried. So you tell Seokjin your sentiments, and that he should have his phone on hand in case you needed him. With a confused nod, you leave him to go down to the garden. Â
The groomsmen and bridesmaids are already at the chapel taking pictures. Only the wedding party is really allowed at this time, but you manage your way through the gardens virtually undetected. Jungkookâs already waiting for you, hiding under a white gazebo overlooking the hotelâs fountain.Â
He looks gorgeous in his all black pinstripe suit, hair pushed back and pants fitted perfectly around his waist and thighs. When he sees you he gets up, full of skittish energy. You note that his hair isnât even styled, only washed and curling slightly at the ends, as if heâs in a rush.
âW-wow,â he marvels when you rush up to him, âyou look gorgeous.âÂ
You drop the handful of silver tulle, letting it fall to the floor. âJungkook,â you clasp his hand in both of his, guilt flooding your eyes. Youâve been thinking about this all morning, and you need to cut to the chase. Jungkook tries to open his mouth but you silence him with a finger on his lips. âI canâtâI canât do this. I know this sounds really stupid and you probably donât want anything to do with me after this, but I shouldnât have made this elaborate scheme,â you bite your lip, feeling even more antsy as Jungkook squirms in his grip. He however, is trying very hard to focus with his eyes, confused at your sudden confession. âI like you, Jungkook. I donât want to parade you around like a revenge plot anymore, it isnât fair and itâs wrong in so many waysââÂ
âThatâs great,â he says simply, brown eyes swirling with thoughts, âum, ditto. Butââ
âWow,â you frown, âI pour my heart out to you and this is what I get?âÂ
âItâs great that you want to be selfless right now,â Jungkook takes your hand, firm and tight, âbut without this elaborate scheme, we wouldnât be saving asses like we are right now.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You thought Jungkook rushed you down here so you could talk about each otherâs feelings before the wedding.Â
âDoyeon just threw herself on me last night. I got her ice and she took that as an invitation to seduce me like an episode of Sex and the City. Namjoon needs to divorce her, like yesterday.âÂ
Your face then morphs into something dark and ugly, and you fling your whole confession out the window. The thought of Doyeon going as far as throwing herself on Jungkook as a last ditch attempt to get back at you, has you seeing blood red. âWhat? Why didnât you tell me this sooner!â
âYou were asleep!â he shoots back, putting his hands on your shoulders. He rubs warm strokes up and down your bare arms, âplease relax. Youâre shaking.âÂ
âAnd why didnât you tell Namjoon when you were driving around all morning?â
âI tried to!â he retorts, hands swinging in the air. You huff when his hands land back on your shoulders, preventing you from running to the chapel to extract Doyeon out yourself, âbut he just kept talking shit about how much he loves Doyeon and he canât imagine being together with anyone but her and I felt so bad! Iâm sorry I chickened out. I really donât wanna be the one to break Namjoonâs heart. Iâm just the plus one!âÂ
You pinch your brows, mulling it over. âFuck it, letâs crash a wedding,â you declare, âwhereâs Namjoon and how can we get him alone?âÂ
Jungkook exhales, a hand carding up to loosen his thin silver tie. âHeâs taking pictures with the groomsmen right now. Itâs gonna be awhile before we get a chance to talk.âÂ
âFuck,â you curse, sitting down on the white bench. Jungkook presses soothing circles on your back. âWe have no choice, we have to get to him before the ceremony starts.âÂ
âYouâll have to get through me, first.âÂ
Doyeonâs not even in her wedding dress when she strides up to the two of you. Sheâs in ballet flats with her hair and makeup done, but the only thing sheâs wearing is the thin underdress of her actual ball gown, a simple silk negligee that reaches her ankles. You donât even know how sheâs managed to escape the bridal party, especially without her dress.Â
Feeling protective, you step in front of Jungkook. âBefore you say anything,â you murmur, âIâm not ruining your wedding, and I never wanted to. Youâre ruining it because of your mistakes.âÂ
âOh, boo-hoo,â Doyeon rolls her eyes, playing with her nails, âI didnât even do anything wrong, everyone knows that on the bacheloretteâs night she can do whatever she wants. Namjoon couldâve fucked whoever too if he wasnât so faithful.âÂ
âNamjoon is ten times the partner you are and would never do that,â Youâre seeing red, unable to comprehend the complete garbage spilling from Doyeonâs lips. âYou touched my boyfriend without his consent, and I will never forgive you for that,â your voice is scarlet, angry and thin.Â
âItâs not like he isnât used to it, Iââ
âNO!â the sound that comes out of your mouth has all three of you flinching, and youâre thankful the gazebo is far enough so that the rest of the wedding party is oblivious to your actions. âYouâre not allowed to justify yourself anymore, Doyeon. What you did was fucked up, what youâve done to all of us is fucked up!â You realize now that you didnât need to get back at Doyeon with a fake date, what you needed was this. You needed a reprieve, a chance to lay down your law. âJungkook was right all along. You are jealous. Youâre jealous and selfish and have no shame. You think you own whatever you set your eyes on, but youâre wrong. Weâre not objects, weâre people.âÂ
You walk up to Doyeon, eye to eye. You jab a hand at her chest, pushing her back slightly. You soak up your cousinâs expression, and you watch as Doyeonâs eyes pop out in surprise at your act of boldness. âSo you have a choice here. You can either swallow your pride and leave Namjoon at the aisle quietly and save whatever dignity you have left. Take your pathetic ass on the next flight back home and pack up your apartment. Or, we can start a big scene at your ceremony,â you probably look manic, filled with freshly injected power, âI know Seokinâs always wanted to yell âI object!â at a wedding.âÂ
âYou have no proof,â Doyeon glares right back, taking a step closer to you. Your noses are practically touching, but you dig your heels in the white-stained wood, puffing up your chest and standing your ground.Â
âDoesnât matter,â you bite back, âwhat matters is that Namjoon will doubt you. Namjoon knows weâd never do anything to sabotage a wedding without a valid reason. Even if you do get married tonight, we have Jungkookâs word and proof of a relationship that overlaps with his. I find this option to be far worse because itâs prolonging the inevitable,â you shrug, âI hope you two didnât sign a prenup.â Â
Hot, angry tears mess up her meticulously done makeup. Black rivers carve through her porcelain skin, showing the feelings that have been dormant since been hidden under a facade. Doyeonâs eyes dart back and forth between the two of you. Sheâs practically vibrating in combined fear and rage, seeing blurry images and memories and regrets of what couldâve been if not for her self-absorption. And finally, your cousin comes to a decision.Â
âI hate you,â she emphasizes each word with the most concentrated of venoms in her tone. WIth one last look at the two of you, she stomps away. Instead of going to the direction of the chapel however, she takes the shortcut back to the hotel.Â
Her grave words are unsurprising, but nevertheless disappointing. A thinly veiled smile grazes your lips, sadder than ever as you watch your cousin go. âAnd I pity you.âÂ
As soon as sheâs gone Jungkook doesnât hesitate to scoop you up, hugging you tightly as you fight the urge to cry again. âOh babe, that was really hot. The way you stood your ground? That was amazing!â Jungkook takes out his silver pocket square to wipe the stray tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. âYouâre so strong, donât you know that? You did it and Iâm so proud of you.âÂ
As much as you want to revel in the affection, go back and bed and fall asleep until noon, you canât. Grasping Jungkook by the hand, you tug him to the chapel. âCâmon,â you say, âwe have to corner Namjoon.â
The groomsmen photos are done by the time you get there. Thankfully, the to-be-groom doesnât look too occupied. His eyes widen upon seeing you two stumble from the garden of all places.
âOh, y/n. Jungkook,â Namjoon tilts his head curiously at how winded you two look, equally flushed and out of breath. From your state, Namjoon muses that it must've taken a lot of effort to finally get to the groom unattended, save for a few random family members heâs making small talk with, âThe wedding isnât for another hour but I must say, you two look radiant together. Doyeon always thought youâd end up an old spinster-catlady, but I always told her that youâre too beautiful to be single for long,â he pauses to send the aforementioned man a wink, âJungkookâs a lucky guy. What were you two doing back there?â
âUh, things?â Jungkook scratches the back of his head, not wanting to reiterate the fiasco between Doyeon moments before.
Namjoon smirks at the ebony-haired man, âCouple things?â Â
You canât take this needless small talk anymore. With a teary groan, you throw yourself at Namjoon. You hug him tight, and you donât even care when you feel a slosh of his water bottle sprinkle your hairstyle.Â
âJoonie,â you bemoan, âplease, please donât leave me. Youâre the best not-cousin ever. I know itâll be a pain to face Doyeon after today but youâre a strong independent man and when youâre ready Jin is single and ready to mingleâow! Jungkook! Did you just pinch my ass?âÂ
âDo you really think setting him up with the next cousin is the best idea right now?â
âI figured a little humor would lighten the blow,â you sulk.
âIâm sorry whatâwhat blow?â Namjoon frowns, pushing you away from him. âY/n, have you been crying?âÂ
The tears resurface at that moment, like a kettle on overboil. Namjoonâs face is knitted together, unable to grasp at any conclusion. Namjoon feels something grave is upon the sky as he tenderly brushes away your tears with his thumbs before releasing you. Instantly Jungkook pulls you to his chest, patting you soothingly. As much as you two do not want to be the bearer of bad news, the time is now.Â
âNamjoon,â Jungkook says, finding the strength that was previously stuck in his throat, âwe have to tell you something.âÂ
Needless to say, Las Vegas is very forgiving when it comes to last minute wedding cancellations.Â
The whole wedding party, both Namjoon and yours, collectively feels like a whole ice bucket has been dumped upon your families. You would like to say that the whole issue was handled mess free, but that would be a bald-faced lie.Â
There was screaming, crying, hysterical laughter from all sides. Doyeonâs parents were of course furious, embarrassed, unable to calm down a hysterical Doyeon as they haul her on the next flight home. You have a feeling they wonât be showing up to family events anytime soon.Â
Namjoonâs family leaves quietly, frustrated, but classy. After all, they know at the back of their heads they dodged a bullet. Everyone leaves except Namjoon however, who isnât quite ready to go back to his and Doyeonâs apartment. Namjoon invites Seokjin and some other close cousins to stay in his suite until their flight tomorrow afternoon, wanting to be surrounded by close friends and (almost) family.Â
As for your family, they decide to find the silver lining. While the chapel was able to cancel the wedding, the reception wasnât as easy to sway. At the very last second, your grandparents decided to make use of the reception and renew their Golden Anniversary vows instead. The ceremony will be a quick, sweet affair. At this very moment, your cousin Yoongi is getting officiated online.Â
And for you? Youâre in the place where youâve wanted to remain all week. A fluffy hotel bed wrapped up with your not-boyfriend.Â
Or?Â
Would a not-boyfriend be snuggling against your chest like youâre the softest teddy bear in the toy shop? Would a not-boyfriend be hooking your leg atop his lap, forcing you to latch onto him so his hands can roam freely against your soft thighs?Â
âWe have to get ready for the wedding,â you whine against his hold, to no avail when he only holds you tighter.Â
âBut your grandparents are already married,â Jungkook whines right back, nuzzling his nose in your head. âThis is like an afterparty fifty years later.âÂ
âI wanna get dressed,â you insist, pushing yourself up, âand we still need to talk.âÂ
Without Seokjin staying with you, the hotel room feels much bigger and freer for the two of you. Your clothes are scattered on the floor, uncaring of any wrinkles or smears that would get on the delicate fabric.Â
All that matters is that Jungkook is still here with you. Doyeonâs wedding is called off, but heâs still lying in bed with you. You want to burn this image to memory, and keep it forever. Jungkook laying in only his white undershirt and boxers, looking at you dreamily as if heâs still in nap-mode. Hair that was previously windswept and exposing his forehead is now out of place, fluffy and sticking out in all directions. His cheeks are flushed with coral-colored warmth, and a little puffy because you two have been sleeping most of the afternoon.Â
âRight, talk,â he repeats, letting you hand him his black button up so he can clothe himself.Â
You throw off your shirt somewhere behind you, not wanting to face him as you walk to the full-length mirror. âSo, I think my feelings for you are pretty clear and out in the openâŠâÂ
âSame, I think I made it pretty clear as well.âÂ
âWhat? You turn around, looking at where heâs still half-covered in bed. âYou did not. I distinctly remember almost confessing my love to you last night. And then this morning, only for you to cut me off and say âthatâs greatâ.âÂ
âOh,â he stares at the white sheets that cover his lower half. âI guess I didnât then.âÂ
You smile wryly, turning back to face the mirror so you can slip into your dress thatâs been pooled around your ankles like a silver halo. âMaybe you thought it in your mind and forgot to tell me.âÂ
That seems about right. Jungkook has a tendency to be a little too passionate for his own good, windswept in thoughts and feelings until they consume him. He hops out of bed, walking only in his dress shirt and socks as he makes his way to the mirror. âThen let me do all the talking,â he says softly against your neck, hands on your hips.Â
You shiver when you feel the cold silver of the zipper whirr up your body, Jungkookâs large hands splaying across your back to smooth out the waistline.Â
âYou of all people would know that being with Doyeon is a trip,â he chuckles into the crook of your neck, âI thought that was what love felt like. Being codependent, jumping through hurdles, trying so hard to please someone who canât be pleased.âÂ
Jungkookâs hands wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly. He squeezes you and holds you like the most precious thing in the entire world. Through the mirror, you two are quite a pair.Â
âBut with you, I never knew love could be like this, feel like this.âÂ
âSo⊠are you saying you love me?â you fight the urge to bounce around in his grip, the biggest smile on your face. Â
âYou really just want me to say âI love youâ and be done with it, huh?âÂ
Within seconds heâs pulling you from behind, whirling you around to the edge of the bed. He manages to flouce up your skirts to billow around his lap, sitting you down on his bare thighs.Â
âYou look like a cupcake, all sprawled up like this,â Jungkook says cutely, peppering kisses in a trail from your chest all the way to your lips. âYou look like a huge, silvery cupcake and I love you. Itâs so easy to love you.âÂ
Maybe it was kismet that Jungkook didnât get to you first all those years ago. Maybe the right time is right here, right now.Â
âI love you, too,â you say happily, dipping down to press a long, passionate kiss to his lips. He tastes like love and a happy future. When you pull away, you encapsulate his face in both your palms, regarding him like the sun and stars. âBut you know, if we date youâll never get away from my crazy family.âÂ
Jungkook snorts, pressing his forehead to yours, âAnd miss Yoongi re-marrying off your grandparents tonight, the next year of Seokjin and Namjoon running circles around each other, and a lifetime of happiness?â his hands snake under your dress, finding purchase in your soft skin, ânot a chance.âÂ
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SuperMÂ as Boyfriends Headcanon
âȘ caroâs note. extra long version because i miss âem. best boys, theyâre all bf material to the moon and back âĄ
5k words | bullet points
â warnings â ïžÂ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff
â ten
â motto: they wonât underestimate me for long.
most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginningÂ
and donât really get what heâs all about
or think heâs like whatever, some random guy in a tank top
acting peculiar
finding him kind of hard to gauge
some of your family and relatives might even think heâs totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you madÂ
they seriously wonder what you see in him
down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees
as it should
ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him
heâs not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes
his personality is very approachable to youÂ
and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits
and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through
so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelengthÂ
he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure
being far wiser than his age suggestsÂ
you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person
spending so much time with you
in the most personal way he can
he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand
wakeboarding and playing badminton
his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious
itâs very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then
and that you have been around his home city as well
getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies
renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have
this kissing is gonna be so romanticÂ
who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in
except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!
with seemingly no effort
ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day
he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (heâs surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener
he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and itâs tremendous fun
you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny
everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair
ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock
and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present
said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory
because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it
whatâs not to love about a portable blanket
of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets
mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic
and not just for insta
you snuggle a lot generally
ten is always available for affection
and accepts all PDA
heâs a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know
remember how taemin said tenâs hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can
and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist
or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment
time for dance is a must
oh my god ten is so good at all of this
although say heâs definitely faster into latin than standard genres
tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well
donât believe me? ten is a diehard rosalĂa stan!
vamos
so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuffÂ
that escalates into wild, passionate fucking
which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises
you poor sore souls
tenâs lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the âi can handle a bigger one!â-level pegging and you have aching legs all over
favorite position? full nelson
if you ask me tenâs ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe
this is not for the faint of heart
sex with this guy is extra cardio
and if youâre into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later
with our girl lisa
there. i said it
miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on tenâs face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow
i donât have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be
steamy sex life with ten very recommended
â kai
â motto: youâre like a precious rose. iâll protect you forever.
to be straightforward with you
he is in so heavily in demand itâs madness
to give you an idea of the scale
mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of timeÂ
but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms
those sharp moves did not go unnoticed
he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day
jesus christ
if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested
his phone would be blowing up with contracts like
and you also have to pass kyungsooâs vibe check
and taeminâs
the road to being kaiâs gf is indeed the way of the samurai
i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with
this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something
if he likes you he REALLY likes you
and he will be the one showing initiative
because he wants to make it clear he isnât just spending time out of politeness or something
although itâs pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day
seoul would be able to found its own villageÂ
kai town
where like 70% of the population is pregnant
but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one personÂ
seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district
where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kaiâs nieces double as actual kids
if you wanna be a young ass âmom but not mom with kidsâ and be married to kim kai this is it
does he have a thing for milfs or something
that thought just came to my mind
anyway youâre mommy anyway wink wink
fucking tilâ dawn until even his muscles hurt
going raw at the gym together
him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker
cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you
walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer aliveÂ
and the sexiness is only the tip of the icebergÂ
we know heâs all-round amazing
kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime
and yes innocent chilling
...unless youâre in the mood for something else
up to you
anyway
sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things arenât going raw or anything
on the couch in the kitchen in the car when itâs parked somewhere in nature
kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener
heâs literally so respectful and open-minded i canât
he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if itâs ever needed
yes he is extremely caring and invested
kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you
if thereâs an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself donât worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.
kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable
i think you get what i mean by that
and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing
you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isnât disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships
outside influences arenât to be underestimated
and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others
a matter he will take into his hands since he knows heâs the reason
standing up for you also means saying noÂ
to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw
that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix
kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend
thatâd be exhausting and beside the pointÂ
kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you
i hope i explained this well he doesnât do this to be bossed up or make you weak itâs because he wants to make life easier for you
guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully soÂ
but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you wonât be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something
â taeyong
â motto: weâll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.
heâs the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy
things um from the internet
while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is
and you thought it would be something nsfw
i got you fooled
did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube
taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think itâs complicated
this man is just hard to describe heâs so different, i mean every person is unique but heâs an original itâs the extra mile you know
anyway
sea shanties
bopping to it all day since he just heard itÂ
singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does
heâs the most adorable person ever ever ever
asking you why shanties are back in fashionÂ
(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)
planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not
maybe your favorite shantyÂ
featuring fast-pace rap and all
creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him
palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks
heâs hilarious i swear
taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine
as he says: my happiness is your happiness
watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves
taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack
prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot
how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted
itâs like heâs peter pan or something
especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you
yeah so to be clear we all know heâs the cute one in the relationship
and guess who wears the pants
thatâs always you maâam donât deny it
or waitÂ
not for long actually because they come off um physically
but not metaphorically
because who doesnât wanna sit on his face tbh
your favorite reserved spot
he loves it
taeyong has such a thing for your body itâs ridiculous
mister lee got a sexy mama
and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him
but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think
all there is... is being flustered
baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then
and give you some ideas
like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that
baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome
but most things you find out for yourself
by being a little braver with him you know
you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel
will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!
jeez heâs so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway
i quote him again:Â âborn to be cute, i dunno!â
you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like itâs nobodyâs business
itâs so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie
this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now heâs basically freezing up and drooling
how many denied and ruined orgasms heâs gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way Â
youâll lose count of it
and just how wet youâre gonna be
is a thing for the history books
taeyong isnât such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talentÂ
so great sex is obviously in his repertoire
i think youâre gonna break some records for most fucks per week
you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting
but taeyong gets down to business
one glance is enough
â lucas
â motto: the hottest couple around.
ah, big boy
you really got this manâs attention
doing nothing much at all really
he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends
carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog
yeah boy thatâs how you catch his eye
they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning
or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, heâs seeing stars and shit
anyway
the towering burger isnât the only thing he wants
lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himselfÂ
with more good food, movies, games
fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out
heâs admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him
heâs not gonna say itâs a date heâs just gonna invite you just because
to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister
imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place
fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly
making you lose a round
obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins
mostly because heâs so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map
letâs just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyoneâs butts and to see you have skinship with lucas
which is definitely a successful plan of the leader
yukhei is in paradiseÂ
jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home
donât lie, you fell hard for him as well heâs just such a presence
emotionally, physically
a gentle but persistent giant
heâll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows youâre interested
if thereâs someone meant to be a boyfriend itâs gotta be him come on
he will cave in after a while and admit he canât just forget about youÂ
not gonna lie
your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots
his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets
when he sees lucas hanging out with you
with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that
looking like your guardian angel
man, xuxi really does
pulling you out of your slump thatâs been going on for months
and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best
and big big hugs of course
you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you
he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it
because you deserve that treatment
which means he will come over very very often
yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there
underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you
yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isnât messing around
his brain is like:Â âgotta be with herâ
on repeat
he must call you, he literally canât sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible
no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline
i really pity your exÂ
i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nutsÂ
but lucas is a special case
he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him
i donât wanna make this sound like a competition and yet â congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright
â mark
â motto: two nerds in love.
how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean
with a tendency toward bean
and flicking the bean
you know
cutting right to the chase are we
mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can
and defeating his awkwardness
because if we know one thing itâs that he always strives to become better and better like he canât help it
and isnât afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew
how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit
back to the point mark doesnât treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing
he does his best and always looks for room to improve
while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in
thatâs very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other
lucky you
and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you
thatâs so niceÂ
he can play it while laying down and shit
while singing
not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading
weâve heard how that sounds in the relay cam
are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh
mark will make it very clear heâll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay
or actually, heâs a good bitch, donât misunderstand
mark doesnât have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned
heâs the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA withÂ
having a good timeÂ
as often as his schedule permits
you really have to make use of your time togetherÂ
this man might as well the busiest idol out there
and you are no different because birds of a feather
youâre both mr. and ms. independentÂ
out and about very often
so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season
or wait mark always has a comeback going on
which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up forÂ
which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperMÂ
smâs publicity agents have to work extra hard iâm telling you
a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need
since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well
but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto
who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed
in case you are feeling possessive as well...
...you might have to fistfight yuta
to be able to be with mark
who is basically property of osaka at this point
yuta is a scorpio thatâs just the way it is
unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be markâs wingman and see him date, live his best life
but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by
we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable
you have to promise in person that mark doesnât forget about the holy gaming nights with yutaÂ
which is hilarious since thatâs not up to you but markâs memory
bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat donât sweat it too much
regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge
so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified
he doesnât want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him
the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for moviesÂ
which will be appreciated but also cause a storm
mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the bestÂ
caught in the middle of mayhem is mark leeâs specialty what did you expect
this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line
yuta really is attached but who wouldnât be
it could be worse mark has double the love you knowÂ
â baekhyun
â motto: you wanna know why iâm your candy?
baby tell me are you ridinâ?
in fair verona where we lay our scene...
that baekhyun always wants to woo you â his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least â is never hard to miss
putting in effort is mochi default modeÂ
no matter what stage of the relationship youâre in
he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because
probably singing âbaby we can stay upâ and wiggling his ass in all directions because heâs a dirty boy gone wild
yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt
thatâs good for him and everyone involved
you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy
you know how baekhyun is
at least nobodyâs around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that
your little guy is one unhinged fella
if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out âsinging in the rainâ
you bet he can do some actual pole dance
heâs strong and bendy you know
and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls
in the rain
what a freaky man
but hey you wanna stay up for sureÂ
doesnât take long until you beckon him to come upstairs
where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothesâ
oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you canât be mad at it
he will play off all his hormonal antics
baekhyun is hilarious
and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake donât worry
how do i know youâre an extra nsfw kinda person?
who else would like baekhyun
he says juicy things all the time
and does juicy things
yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.Â
when baekhyun asks are you ridinâ you ask how hardÂ
bruh
this is gonna be fun
and remember
beside handing you sacks of money
his priority is always to make you smile
iâm kidding about the bags but
baekhyun is so rich itâll show in your relationship, but heâs more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle
baekhyun didnât hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright
financial stability: important
luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together
but smiles: baekhyun priority
because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure
of course you do
you always reassure him with your reactions
itâs very important to him donât underestimate it
baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up
so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles
anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping
because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined
and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied
taeminâs impact
superm isnât short of bondage supplies we all know that
so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen
since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into
and take some pictures
privĂ© is in troubleÂ
bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene
you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him
heh â you think people will recognize him by his body?
nope
first: you only upload HD pictures that arenât whitewashed
baekhyun is basically never photographed like that
second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend
and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades onÂ
well what can i say
nothing is the way it seems
â taemin
â motto: iâll unfold a whole new world for you.
taemin is cocky, heâs sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know
least boring relationship ever
he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles
touch-starved taemin is a thing
kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often
might as well pepper him with it no problem
and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair
heâs smol heâs gonna fit into them donât worry
and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy
who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard
working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over
a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle
taemin truly has the taste of a divo
multi-layered as always
so you couldnât say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day
we love a complex man
what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close
because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partnerÂ
even if those facets might be contradictory
or something thatâs felt shameful about
he will accept and listen anyway
the same goes for getting what drives you
taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests
point is he isnât fooled by the surface of the world
he knows what has to be known
which also means your looks arenât the part he prioritizes
and not even outward personality and habit is what heâs drawn to
itâs the mentality and values underneath
thatâs true compatibility to him and he can feel it
heâs really really smart
and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think theyâre nice to be around and vice versa
especially kai as taeminâs absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks youâre shady and you donât like kai either
or if youâre permanently super awkward and taeminâs moodmaking doesnât help
we have a problem
but fair enough
kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anywayÂ
bff telepathy
in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!
because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct
so not to worry then
and itâs good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction yâknow
cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day
here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life
without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only
but obviously donât assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group
going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods
which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taeminâs favorite meal so
at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner
limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side
and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side
this is gonna be interesting
he puts the 6v6 in 69
equals 69v69 am i right
but iâm serious thatâs gonna be a lot of oral action
you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot
and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed
taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is
ah when things go both ways
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If You'll Have Me Forever.
an: this is the little fic i decided to write based on a dream i had. I wrote it all in one day while I was at my grandparent's house with no internet or computer, so i wrote it all in my notebook and then typed it up on here haha.
warnings: unedited, mentions of past emotional trauma and unhealthy families
word count: 1.7k
You always loved spending time with Mat's family. Whenever there was a break in the season, you two quickly found yourselves on a plane out to Vancouver, holding hands in the airplane and in the car on the way to his parent's house.
It had been like this since your first summer with them. Mat had invited you home with him for part of the offseason, and although you'd only been dating almost a year and were still nervous to meet his family, you couldn't say no. His family had welcomed you warmly, in fact, warm may not even be good enough to describe it. His parents smiled as soon as they saw you- saw you holding their son's hand, saw him smile proudly as he finally introduced you to them as his girlfriend.
Then, they hugged you.
You hadn't come from a loving family, not one where you openly told each other "I love you" or "I'm proud of you", and certainly not one that hugged and had family game nights. After much discussion with Mat and with your therapist, you came to the conclusion that your family had been borderline emotionally neglectful, and you saw how your childhood had scarred you. Mat's family was so openly affectionate and loving towards you right off the bat that it overwhelmed you, to the point of you going upstairs and refusing to come down until Mat had a talk with you. He was understanding, gently told them to be a little more reserved, and helped to slowly ease you into their love. And that just made you love him even more.
Now, it was your first holiday season with them. After spending a good chunk of last summer in Vancouver, you were certainly excited to spend a few days of your winter here with them rather than in your empty little apartment. You and Mat had flown out the night before, and arrived early in the morning, grateful that the team had managed a few extra days off this season- just enough days to make a trip worth it. The whole day had been spent talking and laughing and just catching up with his family about the past year- how things were going with your studies, with your job, how Matâs season was going, and how your relationship was going. Later in the evening, after a long round of some board game theyâd pulled from the closet, the jet lag and overwhelming, unfamiliar feeling of familial love caught up to you. So, in the middle of preparing some snacks to munch on during the next round of the game, you faked a phone call and quickly excused yourself to the snowy back patio, slipping into your coat and snow boots on the way and disappearing out the door.
Mat had been keeping a close eye on you all night.
He knew how you got about affection, you were even still a little shy receiving love from him, and the last thing he wanted to do was let him or his family overwhelm you again. He had gone to talk with his dad for five minutes- about a topic that had him immediately searching for you to go hide away and get some much needed alone time- and when he came back to the living room, you werenât where he left you with his mom and sister.
âWhereâs (Y/N)?â
âOh,â his mom looked up from preparing the food. âShe stepped out back to take a phone call.â
âYeah?â Mat snuck over to the backdoor, squinting out into the snow and spotting your figure, no phone in sight. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his jacket from next to the door. âI think the jetlag might be stting in. Iâll be right back.â
He stepped out onto the back patio, the snow crunching beneath his fluffy slippers. You didnât even turn when you heard the door close behind him, and thatâs how he knew something was wrong.
âBaby⊠what are you doing out in the cold?â He came up next to you, curling an arm over your shoulders. âWere they too much? Should I tell them to back off a bit?â Finally, you turned to face him. Your eyes were wet and red, but you had a soft little smile on your face. âAw, baby.â
âI love them so much, Mat.â
âCâmere.â He pulled you against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your cold arms. You curled your arms around his waist, snuggling in under his winter jacket. âBabe, you should be wearing something heavier out here. I donât want you getting sick.â Still, you stayed where you were, tucked into his jacket with him and hiding away from the snow and the world. âIâm glad you love my family so much. I hope you can tell they love you too. And if theyâre too much, Iâll tell them, okay?â
âI know.â
âJust let me know. I know how you get uncomfortable when you receive this much love, but I hope you know you deserve it, okay? Youâre absolutely amazing.â At his words, you lifted your face from the comfort of his chest, eyes red and face hot, streaked with tears. Snowflakes melted on impact, and Matâs thumb brushed away the wetness. âPlease donât cry, baby.â
âIâm just⊠so overwhelmed. In the best way possible, I promise.â
âThatâs good.â
âAnd Iâm getting sleepy.â
âJetlag finally catching up to you?â You nodded, burrowing back into the warmth of his jacket. He smiled, squeezing you against him. âLetâs go to bed, yeah, sweetheart?â
âNooooo, I just wanna stay like this.â
âOkay, okay.â He smiled and lifted his hands in mock surrender. âWeâll stay out here for a little, but we gotta go in when you get cold.â Mat knew the reason you didnât want to go back inside yet. One, because you didnât want to cry in front of his family, but also because after spending the whole day with them, you were starved of sweet, gentle moments like this, alone with Mat. He knew you loved his family, but God, how you loved him. Youâd been holding back all your hugs and kisses today, keeping low on the PDA in front of his family, and youâd gotten needy. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his parents, saying the two of you were gonna be done for the night and wanted a little alone time, and he knew theyâd understand and head to bed. The snow was picking up now, so Mat put his phone back in his pocket and pulled you with him against the wall of the house, your arms tucked under his fuzzy coat and holding tight around his waist, watching the snow fall and enjoying the comforting silence of the world.
âDo you know how much people love you?â
âMatâŠâ You smiled and hid your face shyly.
âNo, do you know? Everyone who meets you falls a little bit in love with you. Everyone. You just have this⊠this loveable nature to you/ Youâre the sweetest, kindest, most amazing person I know.â You didnât respond, but Mat saw the smile on your face and felt the way your arms squeezed around his torso. âRemember how earlier, I was talking to my dad? You know what he was saying? He said âthe way you look at (Y/N), thatâs how I looked at your momâ. And how he still does.â That got your attention, and you lifted your face to look at him, at the pretty, genuine love in his dark eyes. âHey, thereâs that pretty face!â Your hands slid further up his back, and you perched up on your tiptoes, reaching up for a soft kiss that Mat gladly met you halfway for. âIâm serious when I say I love you, okay?â
âI know.â
âI get that you didnât have the best relationship with your family, and they werenât the healthiest, especially when it came to showing these types of emotions, but Iâm gonna make sure you get used to it. Cause youâre gonna be in my life for a long, long time.â
âForever?â
âIf youâll have me forever.â
Everything went silent, save for the soft falling of snow, at that whispered promise. The tears filled your eyes again, just so, so happy that you had someone like Mat in your life, and that he was so understanding and patient with you.
âIf youâll have me forever, my family would be more than happy to call you one of us. You could spend all your birthdays, holidays, and celebrations here, and theyâd love you. Iâd love you. I do. Youâd never feel unloved again, if youâll have me forever.â
âMat are... Are you proposing?â
He shook his head quickly. âNo. Not yet, not officially. Just take this as a⊠warning.â
You laughed a little bit. âA warning, Mat?â
âNo, ugh⊠um, how about a promise. Yeah, a promise. A promise that if youâll have me forever, Iâll do nothing but show you how damn loveable you are. I know I canât erase the years of pain⊠God, or the trauma that your family put you through, but I promise you Iâm gonna try my hardest. You deserve so much better than what theyâd given to you, and Iâll give that to you.â Mat saw the tears in your eyes and swooped down to kiss your cheeks repeatedly. âIâm sorry. Didnât mean to make you cry, baby.â He could say so, so much more, but he wanted to take care of you first. âEnough of my sappy rambling, yeah? My toes are freezing. Can we go in?â He saw you glance down at his feet and immediately started giggling.
âNice slippers, grandpa.â
âTheyâre cozy.â He grinned, happy to see you smiling again. He had grabbed his dadâs shoes to come out, knowing you found his silly dad-fashion funny. âNow, letâs get to bed, sleepyhead.â He pulled you back into the warm, quiet house and led the way up to his bedroom, happy to finally have some time to just cuddle up under the blankets along with you. But as you fell asleep, tucked safely in his arms with a content, peaceful smile, he could fall asleep along with you. Instead, he lay there, watching you for hours, his thoughts filled with his dadâs words from earlier and quietly, secretly, he was writing long lines of phrases he wanted to say to you, phrases that would one day become part of his proposal.
I promise Iâll keep you safe, I promise Iâll keep you smiling and loved... if youâll have me forever.
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the happiest place on earth (m)
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⟠summary: in this life, you have two goals. 1. get park jimin to notice you. 2. get into Broadway. (not necessarily in that order). you and jimin have been crew members at Disneyland for over a year, but heâs no closer to being your boyfriend than you are to getting into Broadway. when you get promoted from a fur character to a face character, your hopes and dreams of playing Princess Ariel opposite his Prince Eric are this close to coming true. But what happens when youâre tasked to play the Evil Queen instead?Â
slice of life au, incredibly cheesy towards the end. basically a lot of fluff with some smut :)
⟠warnings: protected sex, oral (f receiving) this one is pretty mild tbh
⟠a/n: for the purpose of this fic, letâs ignore that Sesame Street and Disney are own by two different companies đ happy 25/26th birthday to one mr park jimin, the only Prince Charming I'll ever fall for đ this is just a warning of the cheesiness to come đ§
The sounds of joyful music are slightly muffled, not just by the constant excited chatter around you, but also by the heavy costume that drags your entire body down. The incredible buildup of body heat is seemingly exacerbated by the sheer amount of bodies around you, little kids who are scampering to get a hold of your soft yellow fur.
âMommy! I want a picture with Big Bird too!â A toddlerâs voice wails from a distance, and you struggle to see out of the tiny little eye holes in the yellow neck of the costume.
Well, the good thing about having to wear this is that you donât have to fake a smile for the cameras. The permanent grin on Big Birdâs face- er, beak, convinces everyone around you that you fit right in at this place.
The kids are all in giggles as they take turns hugging you with joyful screams and giggles, being towed away by their parents once theyâve got their shot. You can see your handler, Joy, keeping a watchful eye from a distance away to make sure things donât get too out of hand. Your movements are heavy and cumbersome, but luckily you donât have to move much because all the kids just crowd around you anyway.
Your time is nearly up. For the safety and well-being of all cast members who are required to wear full costumes, often referred to as fur characters, shifts are restricted to 15 minutes at a time, with a 45 minutes rest time before you go again. And with this weather, you feel as if the 15 minutes canât go by fast enough.
You glance over enviously at Oscar the Grouch, your usual character, having a much calmer time with the noticeably thinner crowd around him. Heâs never been a very popular character, especially not with the kids, since they tend to prefer the bright and cheerful personalities of Big Bird, Elmo and of course Cookie Monster. The blue furry character is dancing energetically on the street, rousing delighted cheers and screams from the kids as he pretends to queue at prop truck selling cookies.
You curse at the managementâs decision to have you take over Big Birdâs character today. Better yet, you curse the guy who originally plays Big Bird. Whyâd Kim Namjoon have to call in sick today of all days? And why, for heavenâs sake, did middle management think itâd be a good idea to get someone your size, to take his place?
Miserable and sweating bullets, you try your best to wave and move your arms around in some semblance of a dance to entertain the kids.
âLast photo, folks,â Joy waves her hands to get the crowdâs attention with a grin on her face. âBe sure to give Big Bird a big hug, alright?â
Your head jerks sharply in her direction with a steely glare, but it loses all effect because of the stupid goofy Big Bird head. As if the grubby kids around you needed any encouragement to squeeze and grope you in this costume. You swear, one more little kid mashing his face into you, stepping on your feet in the huge orange shoes, and youâll just scream-
âAlright alright, Big Birdâs gotta go help Cookie Monster bake some cookies now,â Joy gently pries a little boy wearing glasses off you. She loops her arm around your fluffy wing to give you some support as the two of you start shuffling away slowly. âWeâll be back at 3pm! See you all then!â
Even if you hate every second being in this sweat soaked costume, you canât deny that youâve definitely noticed a change playing a slightly more popular character. Kids donât pull faces at you the way they did when you were playing Oscar the Grouch, instead they tell you they love you, their faces light up when they see you, and they fight to be the first in line at for a photo opportunity with you.
There is a small warmth in your chest as you walk painfully slowly and turn down a discreet corner into the staff rest area. Once out of sight from the public, you strip off the bright yellow head as Joy opens the doors of the air-conditioned break room for you.
âOh my god. That was the longest 15 minutes of my life,â you groan, collapsing down onto the floor dramatically. Joy winces in sympathy as she quickly gets a bottle of water for you, rummaging in the pantry for the good snacks.
âIt was extra hot today, wasnât it? Ugh, Iâm dreading my shift next,â Joy tosses you a packet of biscuits.
The door bursts open, and Cookie Monster comes in singing and dancing, his energy seemingly limitless. When he strips off the characterâs head, Jeon Jeonggukâs voice comes out even more clearly, the grin on his face still at full power as when he started his shift.
His hair is messy as he runs a hand through it, casting a puzzled glance at you laying down on the floor.
âWasnât that a great shift?â Jeongguk enthuses, a happy puppy grin on his face as his handler Kim Taehyung unzips the back of his costume. âThe kids were all so cute. This really is the happiest place on earth!â
As if on comedic timing, Oscar the Grouch bursts into the room, and you can hear Min Yoongi cursing and swearing as he canât get the characterâs head off fast enough. From your position on the floor, sipping your water and nibbling at your crackers, you cast a jealous, spiteful glance at him.
What does he have to complain about? Oscar is practically the easiest character to play on Sesame Street!!
The buddy system consists of one character and one handler, and they switch shifts throughout the day. Kim Namjoon calling in sick means that the buddy system is one short today, and Yoongi doesnât have anyone to switch shifts with. Which means heâs due to go again in less than thirty minutes.
Feeling your strength returning, you sit up again and start to unzip your costume so that Joy can start getting ready. There isnât any changing room here, but all of you arenât exactly naked under the costume, so no one has any objections changing in each otherâs presence. Your light workout shorts and tanktop are soaked with sweat and sticking to your skin when you climb out of the yellow costume, kicking off the orange shoes before you turn to help Joy into it.
âGoooood afternoon!â A cheerful, happy voice sings out as the door opens, and your entire being perks up in recognition.
His presence brightens the room immediately- even Yoongi looks relieved to see him.
âJimin? What are you doing here? Itâs your day off,â Taehyung is half-way into his transformation into Cookie Monster.
âHeard Namjoon was sick today, so I volunteered to come in to cover,â he says with a happy grin, his eyes creased into a smile. His fluffy dark blue hair looks so soft, and he casts a brief glance across the room, eyes landing on you and Joy, Jeongguk and Taehyung, and then Yoongi, obviously doing the math. âI guess Iâm up next in Oscar the Grouch?â
Dammit. One more reason why youâre cursing Min Yoongi, or more accurately, your rotten luck. You could have had a chance to partner with Park Jimin today if youâd stayed as Oscar the Grouch, something youâd been waiting for ever since you joined the park as a character actor.
Unfortunately, your schedule never seems to coincide with his, until today.
âOh thank fucking God,â Yoongi mutters as he strips himself out of the costume in a hurry. âIâm so happy I could kiss you.â
Park Jimin giggles, a sound that sets off butterflies in your stomach. But nothing prepares you for the way he casually strips off his grey sweatpants to reveal the tight booty shorts underneath, preparing to step into the costume.
You belatedly realise that you are staring at Park Jiminâs very supple ass, and Joy is left to struggle into the Big Bird costume all by herself, with time running out. Turning away with a reddened blush on your cheeks that you hope the others attribute to the heat, you zip her up and hand her Big Birdâs head, leaving her to finish dressing herself as you quickly slip on some jeans and the standard issue polo shirt that handlers wear.
Your throat is dry as you glance at him shyly, wishing more than ever that you could be the one helping him into his costume. Min Yoongi catches the longing glance that you give him, but he canât be arsed enough to tease you about it.
âCâmon guys, time to go!â Jiminâs smile is blinding as he gets ready to put on Oscarâs head, shuffling towards the door with the garbage bin around his waist. He makes eye contact with you, and your heart skips a beat. âLetâs make this a great shift!â
Youâve never been one for optimism. But somehow, itâs almost bearable when its coming from Jimin.
As you hold Joyâs hand and walk her slowly out to the main street, your attention remains on Jimin in the Oscar costume. Somehow, even in his grimy garbage can, nothing seems to dim his bright personality. He is like the sun as he dances on the street, crouches down in his garbage can, teases the kids and makes them scream with laughter. His movements are large and exaggerated, the way you were all trained to do, and you canât help but admire his natural talent that canât be hidden by a costume.
He is an incredible hit with the kids, an unusual occurrence. Someone like Park Jimin really does fit in here. Every bit of his personality suits the happiest place on earth.
Unlike yours.
*
Itâs been almost a year since you joined as a character actor, and by now, practically the whole crew knows about your crush on Park Jimin. Everyone but the man himself, unfortunately. Luck just hasnât been on your side so far, and most of the time youâre left admiring him from afar.
âSo⊠that was an unexpected surprise,â Joy says as she wipes her face with a tissue, glancing at you in the mirror.
You pretend not to know what sheâs talking about as you tie your sweaty hair up into a bun, getting ready to clock out. You and Joy are familiar with this routine, sharing the same schedule ever since the both of you decided that working as an amusement park character would be the best way to boost your resumes and eventually earn you the chance to audition for Broadway someday.
They were big and lofty dreams alright, but as long as you take a tiny step every day, you know youâll make it eventually.
âYou wonât get anything done hoeing around like that you know,â Joy giggles as she spies the nonchalant look on your face. âYou need to go out there and get your man. Honestly. Or someone else will.â
You whip your head around to stare at her in panic. âSomeone else has their eye on him? Who?â
Joy shrugs carelessly, but you can see the caution on her face as her movements slow. âWell⊠there are some rumours going around about him and DahyunâŠâ
âDahyun? The girl who plays Ariel?â You frown, picturing them together in your mind. âI didnât know they knew each other.â
â_______... theyâre in the same rotation schedule,â Joy says with a hint of pity in her voice. Being the more outgoing of the two of you, she seems to be in on the latest news and gossip.
Or maybe thatâs because you always leave the crew group chat on mute.
Sighing in frustration, you toss a used baby wipe into the trash. âHow am I supposed to make a move if I canât even talk to him? We barely even know each other, weâre just co-workers!â
âYou and Jeongguk are co-workers, that doesnât stop him from stealing your Pringles every time you leave them in the pantry, or you from play fighting with him when he does,â Joy points out.
âThatâs different!â Your brows furrow in consternation, but you leave it at that. âAnyway, we donât even have the same shift lined up.â
âGirl, youâre working in the happiest place on earth, where magic and fairytales and your Prince Charming is infinitely possible,â Joy sighs dreamily, waving the wand of her lip gloss around as if it were a real magic wand. âMake it happen.â
It seems like the whole wow factor of working at Disney hasnât worn off on your best friend. As for your naturally cynical self, you canât exactly say that youâve never been amazed by the fact that you work at such a magical place, but itâs not really like you to get sucked in by all the illusion that this place offers.
âOoh!! Can you imagine if he played Prince Charming, and you played Sleeping Beauty?â Joy almost falls over in her excitement as she grips your arm. âThatâs like a magical love story waiting to happen!â
âDonât get ahead of yourself,â you grumble at her, but even you canât help but let a small smile tug at the corners of your mouth. âItâs only been a year since we started, and all new joiners have to start at the bottom for god knows how long. Promotion is practically unheard of. Maybe weâll be stuck playing Sesame Street characters still weâre old ladies.â
âDonât say that!â Joy swipes your arm with a pout. âItâs got to do with vacancies as well. As soon as they need someone playing a face character, theyâll bump one of us up. Thatâs how Dahyun got Ariel within 6 months of joining.â
âWell, letâs hope one of them gets chickenpox or something, thatâs the only way Iâll get a lucky break,â you say with a deadpan voice as Joy bursts into giggles, chiding you as you turn to exit the bathroom.
âWhatâs a princess character like her even want with Park Jimin anyway? Shouldnât she be romancing, I donât know, one of the Princes instead?â You canât get your mind off that rumour of the both of them together.
You find it hard to believe, seeing as there is a very obvious social hierarchy amongst all the crew. The Disney princesses are the queen bees, the very top of the pyramid, along with the Princes. Somewhere around second tier are the less popular princesses such as Mulan, Pochahontas, or Tinkerbell, still very well sought after by guests, but a lot less well known as compared to, say Ariel or Sleeping Beauty. All the furry characters rank at the very bottom, with the only exception perhaps being the classic Mickey Mouse himself.
The hierarchy is so ingrained into the system that you donât even talk to or hang out with anyone outside of your level. Even in the staff cafeteria, buried in the underbelly of Disney World itself, seating is segregated according to which character you play. Itâs like high school all over again.
Thatâs exactly why Joyâs dream of playing a Disney princess is far-fetched, to say the least. It would be like jumping straight to the top of the hierarchy in the blink of an eye. The best you can hope for is a promotion to a face character. Any face character. Just so you donât have to wear the unbearably stuffy, disgusting costume anymore.
âWhat should we eat? Iâm in the mood for pizza- oh!â Joy stops in her tracks, and you smack into her back.
âGive me a heads up, would you,â you groan, massaging your forehead, moving to walk around her as you scan your card at the train gantry.
âOh my god. Itâs Park Jimin.â She sounds breathless, and you look up at the mention of his name.
And there he is, seated on one of the benches with his thighs spread in his grey sweatpants, white shirt almost hanging off his shoulder sinfully, and blue backpack slung casually over the other shoulder. He is scrolling through something on his phone, completely absorbed in what he sees on his screen.
âHereâs your chance!â You hear Joy hiss at you, shoving you forward. âTalk to him!â
You are reduced to a blubbering mess, somehow losing control over your limbs as Joy continues to push you forward until you are in his line of sight.
â-donât want to- agh!â
Jimin glances up at the sound of your voice, a smile of recognition immediately lighting up his face as he puts his phone away.
âHey! ______, right?â
Even the way he says your name reduces you to a pathetic pile of goo. The mere fact that he knows who you areâŠ!
âU-uh, hi, yeah!â You smile awkwardly at him.
Jimin scoots over and pats the seat beside him invitingly, looking over your shoulder. âAnd Joy, right?â
âMhmm, going home?â Joy responds so naturally; you wish you had her ease when it comes to talking to guys. Or anyone, in general.
âYeah,â Jimin grins his heart melting smile again, this time directing it at you. âHey, you did great with Big Bird today. Itâs tough playing such a tall characterÂ- his head is the heaviest, I swear.â
âIt-it is,â you stumble a reply back to him. âI donât usually play Big BirdâŠâ
âI know, your usual is Oscar right?â Jimin beams back. âI donât know how you do it; itâs so hard to get his character just right! Especially wearing that costume- I feel like Iâm behind a mask.â
Now you know heâs also painfully kind on top of everything else; complimenting you even though he easily plays Oscar better than you on your good days. Even the way he takes notice of your usual character makes you feel⊠dare you say⊠special.
âHey, I forgot something back at the park, Iâm gonna go back,â Joy says with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she bids the both of you goodbye. âYou two go ahead! Iâll see you tomorrow!â
That sly little minx! You stand up involuntarily, panicking over being left alone with Jimin. At the same time, he grabs your arm to get your attention.
âHey! The trainâs here,â Jimin seems unperturbed by Joyâs sudden departure, getting up and starts walking towards the doors.
You hastily follow him into an empty cabin, struggling to keep your composure and cool your heated cheeks. There arenât many people going in the opposite direction at this time of the evening, and the both of you find a seat easily.
âWhich stop are you getting off at?â You ask, glancing at the map above the train doors.
âThe second to last,â he grins with a slight wince. Itâs absolutely adorable, the way he scrunches his nose. âI know, long ride right?â
âThatâs my stop too!â Your eyes widen as you realise that youâll be sharing the entire ride with him.
âGuess itâs my lucky day to have company then,â Jimin grins. âI think we joined at around the same time, but we havenât really talked much.â
âYeah, about a year ago, I think our schedules just havenât really matched up,â you smile at him, having to avert your eyes as he ruffles his dark blue hair casually.
He flirts so effortlessly; his smiles are charming, and he draws you in with every word of his. Itâs more than you could ever hope for, sharing a nearly empty train ride back with Park Jimin.
âSo, is working at Disney everything you ever dreamt of and more?â Jimin asks, his eyes shining bright.
âYou mean, did I dream of being stuck in a stuffy, sweaty and smelly costume for four hours a day? Totally,â you say unironically, but it makes Jimin giggle.
âYeah, that part isnât the best,â Jimin admits with a hand covering his mouth, still giggling. âI always make sure to air our whatever costume Iâm wearing, so that the next person doesnât have such a bad time.â
And he has a heart of gold too.
âItâll get better once we get to play the face characters,â Jimin reassures with a few pats on your hand. The physical contact makes your heart skip a beat. âI think itâll be soon, if we keep doing a good job!â
âWho are you hoping to get?â You desperately hope that he doesnât see the blush on your cheeks.
âHmmm, I donât know. I guess Iâve always been a fan of Aladdin. You know, how cheeky he is and everything. Of course, I donât think Iâll get a monkey as my sidekick, but stillâŠâ
âYouâd make a perfect Aladdin,â you can already picture him charming all the little girls, sweeping them off their feet even without a magic carpet.
âWhat about you?â Jimin asks, a curious gleam in his eyes.
âUhm⊠wellâŠâ you almost say Jasmine out of pure instinct, but you stop yourself just in time. To be honest, you never really thought about which face character you wanted to play. Getting a foot in the door to work at a Disney Park alone was a dream come true, and youâve been so absorbed with the toiling labour of playing a fur character that you simply didnât have the time to dream of something better.
But Jiminâs words have set you thinking. Of course, anyoneâs answer might be to play a Disney Princess. It would be an incredible add to your resume. But could you really muster up enough of your acting skills to be in character around people all day? Not only would it be physically tiring like it is now, but it would also be mentally exhausting.
Unless you can find a character that suits you to a T, the way Aladdin suits Jimin. Or rather, the way Jimin can mold himself to suit any character heâs playing. Itâs a talent you know you donât have, and you know itâs an area of improvement for you as an aspiring actress. But somehow, you still canât bring yourself to give up on your dream of standing upon the Broadway stage one day.
âI havenât really thought about it,â you admit finally. âI guess⊠anyone would be fine. As long as itâs not Pluto,â you add in as an afterthought, and Jimin bursts into his musical laughter that travels throughout his entire body.
âYou could be Elsa,â he says after a moment, after heâs calmed down. âCold, a little aloof, but beautiful. I think youâd suit her well.â
The sincerity with which he says this makes your heart flutter. Moments ago, the thought of playing the ice princess and having to sing âLet It Goâ to dozens of grubby children would have put you off. Youâd never liked that movie, but with Jiminâs suggestion, you ironically find yourself warming up to the idea.
*
Life has a way of smiling down at certain people. Park Jimin is one of them. And with just one encounter with him, you can feel his good luck rubbing off on you already.
When you check your schedule for the next quarter, your eyes catch on his name along with yours, side by side as handler and character. This time, as your usual: Oscar the Grouch.
You are in a good mood that morning as you clock into the park, heading to the utilities room to retrieve your costume and sign for it. When you reach the desk, you realise that Jimin somehow got here earlier than you did, and already signed out on your behalf.
Heâs waiting in the common dressing room, drinking a protein shake and dressed in a muscle tee that shows off a dangerous amount of skin. You catch a glimpse of nipple as he raises his shake to his lips, and your throat goes dry. No one ever comes in for the morning shift this early, so the two of you are alone.
âH-hey, youâre early,â you clear your throat as you slide your backpack off your shoulder.
Jimin turns to face you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âHey! Yeah, thought Iâd get in a workout and start my shift little earlier today. Did you eat yet? I got you a bagel!â
He tosses a warm, buttery package across at you, and you just barely catch it. Itâs only when you bite into it and a moan escapes your lips that you realise how essential breakfast is.
âDo you want to go first? Or me?â Jimin abandons his chair to come sit next to you on the couch. âIâm fine with whatever, but Iâm a little sweaty right now, soâŠâ
He grins bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck as he does so. Itâs incredibly cute, and you have to distract yourself, tearing your eyes away from his almost transparent muscle tee.
âSure, Iâll take first shift,â you push yourself up from your seat, feeling an intense need to put some distance between you and the dangerously charming man.
You usually dress the same way for work every time- jeans and the standard polo tee, with exercise shorts and a thin tank top underneath. It makes things easier when you have to rotate between being character and handler. Â With Park Jimin in the same room, you feel a little self-conscious at stripping down in front of him, so you attempt to hide behind the locker as you quickly get rid of your jeans and shirt.
You feel painfully naked as you start to wrangle yourself into the Oscar costume. Jimin sets aside his drink and helps you by holding the bottom half of the costume open for you to step into, his face dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. You can feel his hot breath on your flesh as you gingerly step into Oscarâs trashcan.
Putting on a costume has never felt this intimate before.
âItâs like you were made to play him, you fit perfectly!â Jimin giggles, patting the top of your head. âHow cute!â
âYouâre one to talk,â you grumble back at him, if only to hide the growing smile on your own face. âYou fit into it pretty well last time too.â
The moment is shattered as the door flings open, and Jeongguk and Taehyung come chattering in. They give Jimin a fist bump each, in the natural camaraderie that boys have with each other.
âSee ya at break, ______!â Jeongguk calls out playfully, waving a tube full of your Pringles with one hand just to taunt you. Even though you canât see him with Oscarâs head on, you hear the telltale sound of the chips rattling inside the tube, and you actually growl in annoyance.
âJeon Jeongguk! I swear if you eat even a single one-â
âIâll save you the empty can! Hey, does Oscar do recycling or is he just in a normal trash can?â
*
The difference between your Oscar and Jiminâs Oscar is painfully stark. When itâs his turn, he gets no less than 20 children crowding him at one time. His natural charisma just oozes through the suit.
But rather than discourage you, it actually makes you work even harder. You actually learn a couple of things from observing how he plays Oscar, and by the end of the day, youâre proud to say that youâre on par to compete with even Cookie Monster sometimes.
âGood one today, ______!â Jimin grins as he strips off the green, furry head, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead.
âYou werenât too bad yourself,â you say with a tiny smile, offering him a pack of wet wipes.
âHey, I was thinking we should grab a bite to eat,â Jimin turns to look at himself in the mirror, styling his dark blue hair as he rakes through it carelessly with his fingers. âYou down?â
You have to stop yourself from grinning from ear to ear, instead answering coolly. âSure. Where did you have in mind?â
âCafeteria? Iâm craving a Dole Whip myself,â heâs back in his muscle tee again, pulling on a pair of his favourite grey sweatpants.
Youâve never actually eaten anywhere other than the staff cafeteria, and even then, you avoid doing so after shifts because you donât want to deal with seeing the rest of the crew. But Jimin has such a sweet smile that you donât have it in you to refuse.
The two of you exit the dressing room, making your way down to the staff cafeteria, buried out of sight from the guests. To be honest, park food isnât that bad, and the cafeteria serves a selection of it weekly, at a heavily discounted rate for staff.
Jiminâs just pondering over what he should have before Dole Whip, when a small tap on his shoulder makes him turn around.
âOh- Dahyun! Hey, I didnât know youâd be here,â Jimin greets her with a grin, and you canât help but peer around him to get a glimpse of her as well.
She is exquisitely beautiful in a way you know you could never be, her features are dainty and delicate, and you can see why sheâs such a good fit for Ariel. She moves with a grace and elegance that comes only with years of dance and stage training, and even in her loose-fitting pants, you can see that she has a figure to die for.
Itâs people like her who make it to Broadway.
âItâs my shift starting soon,â she says in a soft, tinkling voice, casting a curious glance at you. âAnyway, I was just coming from the managerâs office. They want to see you.â
âOh really?â Jimin frowns as he checks his phone. âI havenât checked my email yet-â
âYeah, something about a character change,â she smiles in excitement. âSeo Joonâs quitting, so they asked me if I had anyone to recommend to take his place, and I said you! Isnât that great?â
Jimin seems genuinely enthused as he widens his eyes in realization. âOh⊠oh wow! Prince Eric! I⊠I didnât think itâd be this soon!â
âYou should hurry down so they can give you the official new schedule,â Dahyun claps her hands as she giggles. âThereâll be character training sessions, outfit fittings, oh, and we also have to train together for a bit!â
The two of them almost forget that you are there, and you awkwardly take a step back, which makes Jimin look at you. His elation disappears a little.
âHey, Iâm sorry, Iâll just go attend the meeting real quick. Iâm sorry about lunch, we should reschedule and itâll be my treat!â
âNo,â you shake your head and swallow hard, struggling to express that you are really happy for him amidst the all the envy and jealousy swirling in your chest. Because you truly are, he deserves this and so much more. âGo for your meeting. Donât worry. Iâll just⊠Iâll uh⊠just head home.â
âYou should get a Dole Whip! Itâs the perfect treat after a shift,â he calls over his shoulder as Dahyun shoots you an awkward little smile, turning to follow him.
You watch as the two of them exit the staff cafeteria, already excitedly chattering to each other about god knows what. Yeah, somehow, you donât think a Dole Whip is about to make things better.
*
âPrince Eric?â Joy frowns. âWell, I canât say he doesnât suit that character, because he would suit any prince, butâŠâ
Now that Jimin had to be swapped out, the only good thing about it is that Joy is back on the same rotation as you again. So it means you can whine to your best friend about how unfair all of this is, how you wish Dahyun would actually get her voice sucked out of her by Ursula.
âTheyâre gonna look perfect together,â you say glumly. âThis is why I donât hope for anything. The moment I do, it just gets taken away.â
Joy winces as she watches you avert your gaze, untying and tying your shoelace. Your sandwich remains untouched as the two of you hide away in the dressing room during lunch break.
âSweetie⊠Iâm sorry,â she sighs as she pulls you in so that you can rest your head on her chest. âIâm sure our big break is coming soon. Itâs all about that stroke of luck, you know?â
âOnly if that lucky break comes in the form of Dahyunâs broken leg,â you grumble. Honestly, you should have seen this coming. Someone as bright and talented and golden as Park Jimin deserves to be with someone who can match him. Someone who can look as good beside him.
In other words, definitely not you. Children run away from you when they see you. They cry when they see your face. Even when youâre hidden and concealed behind a costume, they still canât bring themselves to come any closer to you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Jeongguk throwing open the door, still stuffing his face with a Mickey ice cream sandwich. His eyes land on the both of you, take in your disgruntled expression, then he continues to scarf down the rest of his sweet treat. Taehyung follows close behind, holding a bunch of snacks in his arms and dumping them all on the table.
âWhats wrong with her?â Jeongguk gestures with his sticky hands, stomping around in his heavy Timberland boots.
This dressing room is somewhat of a cosy reprieve, not only from the sweltering heat out there, but also away from all the other crew members. Itâs long been established that it belongs to the select few of you who have the misfortune to be playing the fur characters, while the face characters are assigned the bigger, more luxurious dressing rooms for them to do their makeup and hair in. However, since the fur characters donât need much prep other than climbing into a large furry suit, this dressing room only has the bare minimum.
You donât mind though, because over the past year, it has come to feel like home. Ending a shift and collapsing on the couch, bickering with Jeongguk about the snack stash, coming in early to find Yoongi pulling an all nighter on the couch from the day before, getting annoyed with all of Taehyungâs junk everywhere. Getting secretly drunk after park hours with Joy and sneaking out to avoid getting into trouble.
As much as you hate to admit it, the few of you have become family.
âNot in the mood, Jeon, run along,â you shoot him a warning glare, but he is all too used to your caustic words, and sometimes you think he even enjoys riling you up.
âMight this have something to do with a certain Park Jimin getting to play Prince Eric?â Jeongguk is more astute than he lets on, but then again, it could be just because he actually bothered to read the crew schedule today.
âWhoâs playing who?â Yoongi enters with a cup of cold brew in hand, sucking it down like itâs his lifeblood. All this while, youâve never actually seen him eat something solid.
âJimin is Prince Eric, opposite Dahyunâs Ariel,â Jeongguk repeats in delight, all too happy to take part in your misery.
Joy shoots him a glare and moves to cover your ears. âGee, I donât think you could rub that in any harder, Jeon.â
âThatâs what Iâm here for,â he snickers, moving toward the lockers in the corner for his bag to start getting ready for the afternoonâs shift. At the last minute, however, he turns back to glance at you, still lying motionless on the couch, with a look of mild concern on his face. He looks like heâs about to say something, but lets it go at the last minute.
âI hope when we get promoted, we all get it at the same time,â Taehyung says earnestly, looking around at the rest of your faces. âI just wanna stay with you guys forever. Park can go play Prince Eric for all I care, honestly.â
Yoongi finishes his coffee, discarding the cup into one of the trash bins. âCanât say he doesnât deserve it though.â
With a resigned sigh, because the older man is right, you go about getting ready for your shift. Something tells you that today is going to be harder than it usually is.
*
You go through the motions of your job like you do every single day, stooping inside your little garbage can, twirling little children around, taking pictures and trying your best to be in character. Itâs just the start of your third shift for the day, when something out of the ordinary happens.
You first catch wind of it through the childrenâs excited chatters.
âPwincess Ariel is coming!â A little girl with a lisp says, pulling at the arm of her sister next you. âHuwwy up, we gotta go see her! Leave Mister Oscar alone!â
Her sister all but shoves you away in her excitement, causing you to nearly topple over in the heavy character suit, but luckily Joy is there to support you. All the children around you suddenly scatter, screaming and crying as they tumble toward the other end of the street.
âItâs Ariel! And Pwince Eric!â The same girl yells, and your breathing slows to a stop.
What? Why would they come down to the Main Street? Princesses and Princes usually stay in their own zone, in their castles if they have one, unless itâs parade time, which it most definitely isnât. In a matter of minutes, your side of Main Street is left deserted, you and Joy standing pathetically alone in the middle of the road as you watch all the kids surround the perfect royal couple.
Jimin is absolutely radiant in his white blazer and dark blue pants that fit him perfectly. He looks every bit like royalty with gold embellishments on his shoulders, gold buttons down the front, and a sash to accompany his top half, while his long legs are accentuated by his boots. His newly dyed black hair is parted down the middle, swept back off his forehead to expose his sweetly smiling eyes as he greets everyone around him.
He walks as if he is on a runway. The audience is captivated by him; he steals the show even from the beautiful Ariel herself. Girls are falling at his feet to take pictures with him, children are asking if he has a white horse with him, and parents are sighing with adoration over how perfect he and Ariel look as a couple. Itâs like a Disney movie come to life.
Everyone coos in admiration as the handsome Prince Eric gets down on one knee to a tiny girl dressed in an Ariel costume, takes her hand and kisses the back of it. Then the real Princess Ariel sweeps in with her green dress and flowing, shiny red hair, on the other side of the little girl, and the three of them pose for a picture together.
You are awestruck at how realistic they look together. They look as if theyâve just stepped out of a live action Disney movie.
âGod damn,â Joy says under her breath as Jimin offers his hand to Dahyun, and the two of them continue their mini parade down the street. âHe really does look perfect.â
Itâs as if Jimin was born to play Prince Eric.
The two of them are fast approaching you and the other Sesame Street characters. Cookie Monster spreads his arms wide in welcome, doing a little jig that has the children screaming with laughter. He pretends to ask Prince Eric if he has any cookies, and their mini impromptu skit delights the audience. Worse still, Jeongguk in the Cookie Monster costume fawns over Princess Ariel too, gesturing for them to hold hands as he pretends to act as their royal butler, doing a deep bow that nearly has him toppling over.
Your legs feel weak and you opt to crouch down in your trashcan, making Oscar the Grouch look even smaller and more pathetic, all alone on the Street.
âHey, are you okay? Do you need to have a rest?â Joy crouches down beside you in concern.
ââŠfineâŠâ you mumble, but you canât really be heard inside Oscarâs head. But then, it actually might be a good idea to escape back to the dressing room before Jimin and Dahyun make it down here. You turn to tell Joy that you want to go back, but then a little child approaches you out of nowhere.
âMister Oscar?â A tiny, petulant voice calls, and you turn around to face it.
Itâs a little boy with glasses, dressed in an Oscar T-shirt and with an Oscar headband. He looks shyly up at you, but even from inside Oscarâs head, you can see his eyes are filled with wonder and amazement.
âCan I have a picture please?â He asks politely, and Joy jumps to her feet.
âOf course! And would you like an autograph too? Whereâs your book?â She helps the little boy with his book and pen, and glad for something else to focus on, you take the pen and open the book to the right page.
âWhats your name?â Joy asks, so that you can write it along with your autograph.
âSeokjin,â he pronounces clearly. âYouâre my favourite Sesame Street character,â the boy says with a proud smile, pointing to his Oscar T-shirt. No matter how foul your mood is, thatâs bound to melt your heart a little, and you express it through your actions, holding your hands to your heart for a second before spreading your arms for a giant hug.
As you feel the squirmy little body in your arms, you hear a familiar voice behind you.
âAh, how sweet!â Itâs Prince Eric, and he looks on at the scene with his sweet smile. âMister Oscar, thank you for keeping our streets so clean always!â
You release the child from your hug and look up at Jimin. His smile seems a little bigger than it was just now, and his eyes are trained on the exact spot where yours would be if you werenât wearing the suit. For a moment, you wonder if he knows that itâs you inside the suit.
âMister Oscar is smelly!â A child yells out from somewhere, and a dozen giggles follow. âHe loves trash!â
Ouch. As much as itâs true, children can be rather thoughtless with their comments sometimes. You struggle to stay in character even as your character head droops a little, retreating into your trash can.
There is an awkward silence from the crowd, and even Dayhunâs smile is frozen, at a loss for words, and thereâs even a look of pity in her eyes. You can feel Seokjin beside you grasp your hand a little tighter in defensiveness as he puffs his chest out.
But before he can say anything, Prince Eric frowns, turning to face the general direction of the child who had insulted you. âThat isnât very nice, is it?â He reprimands the child gently, and the crowd quiets down. âMister Oscar has feelings too, and how do you think he might feel if you say that?â
The girl who had called you smelly looks guilty as Jimin admonishes her. âSowwy, Prince Eric and sowwy, Mister Oscar.â
Prince Ericâs radiant smile is back on his face as he pets her head once. âThatâs better. Now, you have a great day and enjoy yourselves in the Magical Kingdom. Have a great day, Mister Oscar!â
You pretend to bow as the royal couple take their leave.
*
âI donât get it,â you say in a fit of anger as you sponge the sweat off your neck. âWhy would he- they- come all the way down to Main Street?â
âForget about it,â Joy soothes as she digs out a tube of original flavoured Pringles from her bag and offers it to you. âShall we have soju or beer today? And chicken? Itâs my treat.â
You take the tube from her and open it, shoving a stack of chips into your mouth, feeling better once you taste the salt. Youâre no stranger to getting insulted by children, but somehow today stings more than usual. âI bet Ariel doesnât get any children telling her sheâs trash.â
Joy sighs, but doesnât say anything.
You gather up your things to leave, pulling your hair back in a drooping ponytail. âRain check? Iâm not really feeling it today.â
âSure,â Joy agrees, watching you pack your things, not even bothering to hide the tube of Pringles somewhere Jeongguk canât find it. âCall me when you get back!â
The trek to the train station is longer than usual, lonelier without Joy to accompany you, but itâs better for you to be alone with your thoughts anyway.
*
Youâre no stranger to fielding slightly abusive and insulting comments from children. Usually, youâre able to just brush it off because you tell yourself that children donât really mean what they say. But the past incident has taken a toll on your psyche, and you can feel yourself dragging your feet to work.
On top of the next monthâs schedule, you get another email from management asking you to drop by their office before your next shift.
Jeongguk catches you on the way to the managementâs office, in the midst of finishing a Dole Whip from the cafeteria. The sight of it reminds you of Jimin and his promise to make up that missed lunch date.
âHere to see management?â Jeongguk asks, following you inside and offering you a spoon of the sweet yellow dessert. You open your mouth grudgingly, and the taste is not bad as it melts on your tongue. It does calm your nerves a little, though.
âLetâs hope itâs nothing bad,â you mumble under your breath.
Knocking on the door, you enter the corporate office, which looks very ordinary. No such trace of the Disney magic here. The receptionist directs you to the head of Character Management.
The head of Character Management is a stern looking lady with her hair pulled back into a bun. Kim Sejeong bids you and Jeongguk to sit down, lacing her fingers together.
âIâve called the both of you in for some very good news today,â she begins, a hint of a smile on her otherwise serious face. âA career advancement. The two of you are being promoted to face characters.â
Your heart leaps in your chest, and Jeongguk canât help but grin.
A lucky break. This is what youâve been waiting for all this time. You can barely contain your excitement as your mind starts to race. Who could it be? Dare you even hope that you might be playing a Disney Princess? Youâd be thankful even if it was one of the lesser known princesses. Mulan? Alice in Wonderland?
âFirst of all, Jeongguk.â She turns her gaze towards the boy with the bunny grin beside you. âYouâll be playing Gaston from now onwards.â
You nearly snort in laughter. Vain, idiotic, attention seeking Gaston who canât read nor spell his name? Itâs a perfect fit for Jeongguk. You can already see him in your mindâs eye, flaunting his muscles and bickering non-stop with the Beast.
Just as long as you donât have to play Belle.
âAnd you, Ms _______,â she turns her gaze to you next. Your heart completely stops in your chest, trying to anticipate whatâs coming next.
Maybe youâll finally get a likeable character. Someone like Cinderella, and then kids wonât say mean things to you anymore.
âYouâre going to play The Evil Queen, Snow Whiteâs stepmother.â
*
âOh my god!â Joy can barely contain herself when she hears the news. âIâm so happy for you! Finally, you got a face character!!â
Somehow, you donât really share her excitement. Itâs one of your last few times playing a fur character, and you canât say youâll miss it. Jeongguk was the first to break the news to everyone the moment he got back to the dressing room. As one of the first few to be promoted to a face character, it is definitely liberating, but a part of you is unsure of the uncertainty that lies ahead.
âAt least you can attend the character crash course together,â Taehyung says gloomily at the prospect of losing his best friend.
âSheâs lucky to be accompanied by my dashingly handsome self,â Jeongguk pretends to flex a bicep, already getting into the role of Gaston. It doesnât seem like heâll need much training to assimilate.
âItâs the Evil Queen,â you say quietly to Joy. âWho likes her? Itâs even worse than Oscar the Grouch.â
Everyone knows that the fur characters occupy the bottom of the hierarchy. But what they donât acknowledge is that the villains are barely a rung higher than them. Itâs even worse now that you wonât have the character costume to hide behind. Youâre going to have to step up your acting skills, and actually talk to and interact with guests who might be snarky and even meaner to you now.
âCâmon, itâll be great for your resume. I can already see it. Youâre gonna ace it, then youâll snag the audition for Maleficient,â Joy is already thinking ahead. âAnd the role is practically perfect for you! Honestly, I was a little worried because I didnât see you as the type to go around cooing at little children and hugging them and everything. This suits you way better.â
âWow, thanks for the compliment,â you shoot back at her.
Joy only sighs. âYou know what I mean.â
âWe have a bigger problem,â Taehyung interrupts as Jeongguk continues to flex at himself in the mirror. âWhoâs gonna take your places? Itâll be like breaking up the Fabulous Five. We wonât even see each other anymore. Youâll be using the huuuge dressing rooms. Weâll become like strangers!â
You sigh at Taehyungâs overreaction. âThat wonât happen, Tae. Even if Jeongguk and I graduate from fur characters, it doesnât mean we wonât hang out anymore. Weâll still come back here after shifts and all. I mean, this is the only dressing room that has a TV!â
âI guessâŠâ Taehyung doesnât seem convinced. âYouâll still come and visit though right?â He pokes Jeongguk in the ribs, causing the younger boy to flinch in the midst of practicing one of his Gaston poses.
âOf course he will, the bigger dressing rooms donât have nearly as good a snack selection as we do,â Yoongi says off-handedly from his position stretched out across the couch. âAnd Jeonggukâs got all his weights stacked in the corner there. Itâll take him ages to move it over.â
As much as Yoongi seems to be aloof most of the time, the eldest crew member actually does seem to have a heart at times. His words do the job of reassuring Taehyung well enough, and the subject is left alone as everyone starts to get ready for their shifts.
âHey, you on for the all-nighter today?â Jeongguk nudges you with his arm as you slip past him to put away your bag. âWe gotta watch Beauty and the Beast and Snow White at least three times each before we start character training.â
âWho said I wanted to watch it with you?â You turn your nose up at him.
âTogether? Ew,â Jeongguk expresses his dissatisfaction in a similar manner, scrunching up his nose. âI didnât mean it like that, you idiot! Itâs just, I know for a fact youâre too poor to afford a TV at home, and we happen to have both films on hand hereâŠâ
Jeongguk pauses for a moment as he looks at Taehyung, Yoongi and Joy, all of whom are currently absorbed in a discussion of whether the turkey leg tastes better with or without mustard.
â⊠unless you guys wanted to watch it too?â He has to raise his voice to be heard over Taehyungâs valiant defense of ketchup.
âNo thanks, I hate fairytales,â Yoongi grumbles, waving the offer away. You all know Yoongi only came on board because heâd been offered the chance to play Darth Vader, but at the last minute got scammed into Sesame Street.
âWhy would we wanna be holed up in here watching the same movie over and over when we could be getting fried chicken?â Joy grins unapologetically, and Taehyung chimes in.
âWith extra ketchup!â
âAlright, fine!â You toss one of Jeonggukâs white shirts at him. âI guess itâs just us.â
â⊠I brought snacks,â he holds up a bag of Pringles with a mischievous smile.
And youâre sold.
*
âDid you actually shower?â Your eyes widen in disbelief as Jeongguk returns to the dressing room after both your shifts have ended, hair wet and dressed in fresh clothes.
âIâm not a slob, you know,â he grumbles as he makes a futile attempt to dry his hair one last time. âI got us some food from the cafeteria on the way back. They had orange chicken from Nine Dragons.â
âReally? Thatâs different,â you sit up in interest. âOh my god. Are those pork belly buns too?â
âHowâd you know? You never go down to the cafeteria anyway,â Jeongguk opens up another box containing shrimp fried rice, and the whole room smells so good.
âI donât like navigating that political jungle,â you say with a mouth full of delicious, savoury pork. âYou ready? Iâm gonna start Snow White first.â
Jeongguk begins to devour the food as the two of you settle in to watch the movie. You have a pen and pad by your side to take down some notes on the Evil Queenâs character, how she interacts with the other characters, and some of her more iconic lines.
Sheâs overall a very snarky and witty character, and the more you watch, the more you think you might enjoy playing her after all. Her personality is not unlike your own, and some of the things she says are straight up savage.
âOh! You should definitely call people peasants,â Jeongguk chimes in, a fistful of chips in the air.
âYou think? Wouldnât that be too much?â You are doubtful, but you write it down anyway, figuring you could always run it past the trainer during the sessions.
âPlease. Youâre a Queen. Everyone else simply must bow,â Jeongguk does a horrible impression of a British accent, which sends you giggling so hard that you nearly drop your plate.
âMaybe Iâll even come by as Gaston and steal all the attention from you. Howâs that?â Jeongguk grins cheekily, and you roll your eyes.
âOh please, as if your ugly face could ever.â
The two of you are laughing so hard that you donât hear the knock at the door until it creaks open.
âUm⊠hi?â A familiar, honeyed voice makes you turn around.
Itâs Park Jimin, the last person you expected to see. Youâre suddenly aware of how this must look, of how you must look, dressed down in your sweats and junk food all over the place.
âJimin! What are you doing here?â You attempt to straighten your shirt and sit up straight, pausing the movie.
âI know itâs late, but I hoped youâd still be here, so I decided to come and check,â he says shyly, averting his gaze to the floor. âI thought youâd be leaving soon⊠and maybe we could leave together.â
âWeâre in the middle of a movie,â Jeongguk states the obvious, and you slap his wrist to get him to shut up, but he ignores you. âItâs for our character training.â
Realisation dawns across Jiminâs face. âOh- oh! Thatâs right! I heard the good news. Youâre being promoted to a face character! Congrats, thatâs so great. I know youâll do so well.â
Is he saying that to compliment your acting skills, or is he maybe insinuating that someone like you has the personality akin to an Evil Queen? Knowing pure, sweet Jimin, itâs probably the former, but your traitorous mind canât help but doubt it.
âUm⊠thanks,â you smile hesitantly back at him. âI⊠I saw you as Prince Eric. You were⊠you were great.â
He blushes cutely, and you can feel Jeongguk rolling his eyes beside you.
âWell, um⊠glad to have you as a face character too. Maybe weâll see each other more often. I think our zones are pretty close to each other,â Jimin ruffles his jet-black hair once, bringing your attention to the metal rings on his fingers. âSo⊠see you around!â
âWait!â You spring up from the couch, making it to the door before he can disappear fully. âIâll um⊠Iâll walk you out.â
After not seeing him for more than a month, you canât let him slip away that easily. Especially not when he looks this good, dressed down in a black shirt and black ripped jeans.
âIf you need help with getting used to face characters, I could give you some pointers,â Jimin grins as you start to walk alongside him. âOr if you need help coming up with âoutsâ.â
ââOutsâ? What are those?â Youâre unfamiliar with the term.
âItâs when someone asks you to do something youâre not allowed to, like accepting food, or even hugs, if you donât want to,â Jimin explains. âOr if they ask weird questions you donât know how to answer. Usually it involves weaving in your characterâs backstory to make it more believable.â
âOh wow. I had no idea being a face character would be so difficult,â you canât help but start to worry about how different it is from what youâre used to.
âItâs not that hard. This girl asked if she could marry me, right in front of Princess Ariel!â Jimin giggles. âDahyun wasnât very pleased.â
You go quiet at the mention of her, and the easy, joking atmosphere between the both of you fades. The park is dark and quiet, all the shops are shuttered, and in general, it is a much gloomier and more eerie place than youâre used to.
âAnyway, I think youâll do a good job.â Jimin has a way with words that always seems to reassure you.
You come to the entrance of the train station, and you stand awkwardly as Jimin looks for his train pass.
âIâll see you around?â You offer hopefully.
âOf course!â Jimin grins, turning to tap his pass. But then he hesitates. âHey, um⊠maybe we should exchange numbers. In case⊠in case you need help with the training or something.â
âY-yeah, thatâs a great idea,â you fumble for your phone and present it to him, noting how cute his fingers look as he types in his number, giving himself a missed call so heâll have your number too before he gives it back to you. You notice that heâs named himself in your contacts with a cute little chick emoji.
âI should be getting back now,â you have to stop yourself from fawning over how cute he is.
âOh yeah! Shouldnât keep⊠uh⊠Jeongguk from waiting too long,â Jimin scratches the back of his neck. âItâs kinda dark, will you be okay walking back alone?â
âIâll be fine, I do it all the time,â you wave his concern away.
âYou should text me when you get back,â Jimin says over his shoulder as he taps his train pass, then crosses the gantry. Itâs only then that you realise that he might think you and Jeongguk are something more than friends, judging from the way he said his name.
âJeongguk! Heâs justâŠâ You blurt out, causing Jimin to turn around, a few steps into the train station with a slightly confused look on his face.
Your cheeks are burning as your voice trails off. âHeâs um⊠just a friend.â You finish lamely.
âOh.â
Maybe itâs a little hard to tell in the dark, but you could have sworn you saw the smile on his face get a little brighter.
*
You can do this. This is only a tiny step of a multitude of challenges to come.
Knocking timidly on the door, you let yourself into the unfamiliar dressing room, Jeongguk close behind you.
âWhat if they eat us alive?â Jeongguk stage whispers into your ear.
âDonât be an idiot,â you elbow him in the ribs in irritation as you attempt to swallow back your intimidation, walking to the dressing room with what you hope is a confident stride. âThe worst they can do is stare us down.â
It must be at least three times the size of your old dressing room. There are two rows of dressing tables and chairs on their side, with brightly lit mirrors and bottles of makeup gathered neatly on the tables. At the back are two private changing rooms, one male and one female.
A few of the dressing tables are already occupied, and you donât recognize most of the crew members currently here. But by the looks of their costumes, you gather that they play Princess Jasmine, Cinderella, and Aladdin respectively.
Walking cautiously to one of the dressing tables in the back, you set your bag down, realizing that there are private lockers stowed beneath the dressing tables themselves. Youâve never had this much space for your stuff before, even a dedicated hanger beside the mirror for you to hang your costume.
Jeongguk sets up shop beside you. âThis is weird. Itâs like thereâs too much space.â
âWhereâs Taehyungâs junk when you need it?â You attempt to make a joke to ease your own nervousness, even as you pull up a picture of the Evil Queen herself and start working on your makeup the way the character trainers had taught you to.
Being your first time playing her, you want to get everything right, so you make sure to come more than an hour before your shift is due to start. As the next half an hour passes, more and more crew members start to fill up the dressing room, but they keep mostly to themselves, and leave you and Jeongguk alone at the back.
Dark purple eyeshadow, dramatic brows, and red lipstick. You had been practicing this by yourself at home all weekend, so it goes pretty smoothly. To finish, you layer on the blush to complete the look. Now all you have to do is get into your costume in the private changing room.
A purple ankle length dress with sleeves, and a dramatic black cape with a high white collar to match. You have to tie back your hair so that you can secure the headpiece of the costume and affix the golden crown on the top of your head. When you look in the mirror, you donât even recognize yourself.
You look tall. Intimidating. The thick layer of makeup has completely transformed all your features. You look like the witch from the nightmares you had as a five-year old. You try an experimental swish of your cape, and the resulting action makes you feel powerful.
There is a knock on the changing room door.
âHello? Are you done in there? We still have to get changed.â
You open the door to see Dahyunâs slightly annoyed face morph into a semblance of a smile as she takes in your appearance. âWow⊠um, ________. You look⊠um⊠great.â
The girls behind her giggle, and you know it is far from a compliment sheâs paying you.
And maybe itâs because going through the ritual of transformation into someone else has truly changed you, because you can almost feel the Evil Queenâs aura that prevents you from doing something you usually would, like lowering your head or scurrying away in shame.
âI know,â you say, and you walk away in a swish of velvet fabric and shocked stares trailing after you.
*
Itâs a hot afternoon as usual, but nothing you canât handle. After being stuck in a stuffy little costume, getting to feel the slight breeze on your cheeks as a face character feels like heaven.
You hang out by the Wishing Well, practicing your cape swirls and finding that you enjoy it a lot more than youâd thought. Itâs a quiet start to your first time playing the Evil Queen, and you try not to let the nerves get to you. Most of the visitors just walk by you and smile awkwardly without doing anything.
Your first customer is a child wearing the trademark Mickey Mouse ears. She approaches you timidly, holding out a red apple to you. The Evil Queen never smiles, so you glance down at the child, clasping a hand to your chest as your eyes widen in approval.
âWhy hello there child, is that apple for me?â
The child nods so hard that their Mickey Ears nearly fall off, and you have to admit, they are kind of cute.
âAre you absolutely sure? Well then, thank you very much, I must say you have great taste. Even if you do like to wear rat ears on your headâŠâ You take the apple gently from the child and raise it high in the air. âBehold! The most gorgeous apple in the kingdom, only suitable for the fairest queen in the land of course!â
You glance down at the child again, who seems to be more than excited that you accepted their gift. âWould you like a picture child? Alright then, where is your caretaker?â
The child grasps a fistful of your cloak in their hands as she points to her parents, waving a camera, and you pose for the picture, arms folded regally and eyebrows raised. When you see that the child kind of just freezes up for the camera, you take it upon yourself to bend down so that you are eye level with her, gently helping her to fold her arms and copy your facial expression.
You can feel her parentâs laughs of delight when they finally take your picture again, the child a carbon copy of your regal and intimidating self. When they come to collect their child, they flash you a grateful smile, and that tiny bit of affirmation is all you need.
After the ice has been broken, you feel much more at ease with the crowd. A few more people approach you for pictures, and you manage to maintain a friendly bicker with them while still staying in character. You ask for compliments, admiring yourself in their front view cameras, dissing Snow White when they bring her up, and when they leave, they bring a new crowd in along with them, all of whom are entertained by how self-absorbed and vain you are.
âQueen, queen! Oh, my queen,â a teenage girl raises her hand. âWho do you think is better looking, you or Gaston?â
âGaston!?â You gasp in horror dramatically. âThat terrible excuse for a man? You must be joking.â
âBut I asked him, and he said he thinks heâs the most handsome!â
You wave them away with a roll of your eyes. âOh please. Have you seen that pathetic little stallion tail he has for hair?â
âI heard someone was talking about me?â A loud, blasting voice sounds from behind you, and you turn to see Jeon Jeongguk dressed up as Gaston approaching, hands on his hips.
His costume consists of a large amount of shoulder and chest padding, and his red tunic is stretched tight across his naturally huge thighs. You have to say, he does have the body to play Gaston, but that doesnât mean he doesnât look ridiculous. You almost want to burst out in laughter, but somehow you manage to keep it in.
âOnly about how ugly you are,â you say with a wave of your cape.
âUgly?â Jeongguk is affronted. âThat is a word Iâve never heard in my life.â
âWith how small your vocabulary is, Iâm not surprised,â you examine your flawless nails, and smirk in satisfaction when a few people around you clap in delight at your comeback.
âLook at all these people here to see me!â Jeongguk goes on as if he never heard you, spreading his arms to flex his biceps to welcome the cheers of the crowd. More and more people are now gathering around the two of you. âThey must be amazed by how handsome I am.â
âThey are here to see me,â you clarify. âThat is, before you barged in so uncouthly. Donât you have better things to do? Like groom that monstrosity of a dog in your backyard?â
âDid she just refer to the Beast as a dog?â Hushed whispers and giggles come from around you, and you donât have to do much to hide your smirk.
âTheyâre admiring the size of my muscles, of course!â He strikes a pose down on one knee, flexing one bicep, and some of the girls actually swoon at his good looks. A part of you secretly thinks that he ignored the second part of your insult because he doesnât know how to respond to it in an appropriate PG manner. Instead, he focuses on making sure everyone around him can see him flexing his biceps.
You can tell that he is enjoying every bit of the attention he gets, as some of the crowd âoohâs and âaahâs at his show, and the competitive spirit inside you gets ignited.
âA true Queen does not need to compliment herself, for she has her servants to do it for her,â you gesture at the crowd impatiently. âWell? Compliment me!â
âThe fairest in all the land!â
âSnow White is ugly!â
âMy Queen, you are so beautiful!â
With every compliment, you nod in approval, and itâs clear the crowd is having a great time. Some of them are even recording your impromptu little skit with Gaston.
Itâs the most fun youâve had playing a character since you started working here. For once, you can kind of let go and be yourself without worrying if youâll be good enough.
Jeongguk gathers his little fanclub that has formed around him. âCome on, letâs go tell Belle how handsome I am.â He struts off, one arm around a girl each as they follow him back to his zone giddily.
âUgh, good riddance,â you sigh and continue to admire yourself in a mirror someone gives you. âI dislike him almost as much as Snow White.â
Some of the crowd actually looks a bit upset when Gaston leaves, and you observe with slight surprise that they really enjoyed this impromptu skit between you. You make a mental note to yourself to talk about this with Jeongguk after your shift, to see how the both of you can arrange more regular visits for him in the future. The fact that both of your characters arenât even in the same story means you have even more freedom to come up with their interactions.
The afternoon passes quickly, and you feel more settled into your role, even starting to have fun once you realise that you can pretty much just make up your lines on the spot. Itâs even more enjoyable once you realise that playing a villain is essentially getting paid to insult visitors.
Youâre just about to get ready to end your shift when you spot a large crowd approaching your area. At the very front, you spot Dahyun as Ariel, striking with her red wig and flowing green dress, and slightly behind her is-
Your throat closes up as you see Jimin in his prince costume again, the navy blue of his blazer making his white ruffled dress shirt stand out even more. His black hair is side parted, his eyes are smiling as he trails after his partner. Itâs been a while since you last saw him in character, but he never fails to take your breath away.
When Dahyun spots you at the Wishing Well, you can almost swear that she slows down, turning behind her to reach out a hand to Jimin. At first the prince doesnât notice her outstretched hand, as he leans to take a selfie with a visitor, but once he catches sight of it, he takes her hand without a second thought, tucking it into the crook of his arm in one smooth, natural motion.
You school your features into a look of disdain, but you donât even have to pretend to begin with.
Making sure that they are within ear shot, you swish your cape in disinterest. âDoes anyone smell anything fishy? Oh. Itâs that fish-girl.â
You swear you can actually see the look of shock cross her pretty features, and she opens her mouth, but no words come out.
âGaping like a fish too,â you say with a wave of your hand, and the visitors around you gasp at your savage comment. âBegone, trespasser, shouldnât you be in an aquarium somewhere?â
Some of the visitors near you are laughing and even taking videos of you, and they are just loving the savagery that you dish out. Their impressed murmurs only serve to boost your confidence, especially when you see Dahyunâs reaction.
She only attempts to smile prettily at the crowd, unable to come up with a witty comeback, but you can see her grin is forced and doesnât reach her eyes.
You havenât dared to look straight at Jimin yet, but your eyes land on their joined hands instead. Clasping a hand to your chest in disgust, you roll your eyes. âUgh, theyâre holding hands. Someone please remove them from my presence.â
And then, even as youâre trying your very best not to look at the one person who has undoubtedly captured all your attention, your eyes canât help but be drawn to the way his eyes widen when he sees you.
Suddenly a bead of insecurity creeps up in your chest. Surely he must think you look revolting like this. Thatâs what everyone thinks when they see a Disney villain. You are, quite literally, playing the villain in the love story between him and Dahyun. You might not be from the same fairytale, but the idea is there.
Sheâs the princess, heâs the prince.
And youâre the villain.
The two of them approach your Wishing Well at a steady pace, Jiminâs pretty eyes have now thankfully returned to their normal size as he runs his hand through his silky black hair, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. He doesnât even spare you a single glance, and it stings.
You can imagine your face is a really bright shade of purple, if your emotions are anything to judge by.
âMa-madam,â a whimpering child approaches hesitantly at your feet, and you nearly startle. You didnât see them approach, all your attention being focused on the prince and his princess.
âYes, child, what is it,â your voice coming out a little more huffy than you wanted it to. But still, no one around you sees this as out of character, and you suddenly remember who youâre supposed to be playing.
Youâre allowed to be a little mean.
âAre you⊠are you a witch?â The childâs large, inquisitive eyes gaze up at you, and you stare back at her with your chin lifted high.
Jimin and Dahyun are within earshot now. You can feel as if the crowd is holding its breath expectantly, waiting for your answer.
âA witch?â Your voice rises, scandalized. You do a graceful swish of your cape as you spin around, arms spread dramatically. âHow can a witch be this beautiful, child?â
Itâs a lie. All of it is a lie, because you donât feel the least bit beautiful. Especially not in this getup, especially not in front of Dahyun with her porcelain skin and fiery red hair that compliments it so well.
But the crowd eats it up with cheers and laughter, clapping and chanting your characterâs name. All the attention is now on you, and the prince and his princess are left to pass by quietly.
Maybe your acting skills have improved, but youâre pretty sure that youâre the only one in the whole crowd who didnât buy that act one bit.
*
âYouâre viral!!! Oh my god. Have you SEEN this?â Youâre attacked by some kind of rabid animal the moment you step into the fur characterâs changing room.
It turns out to be only Joy, who seems beside herself with excitement. Sheâs currently still in her Oscar costume with the head off, thatâs why you mistook her for a rabid animal in the first place. The fur of her costume nearly suffocates you as sheâs all up in your face.
Itâs late, youâve just finished your last shift and all you want to do is collapse on the couch for a few minutes before you have to muster up the energy for the train ride home. Today took more out of you than you realized.
âYouâre viral,â Taehyung grunts from a corner, attempting a few sets with Jeonggukâs weights that are clearly too heavy for him. âSheâs been saying that over and over for the past few hours.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You say wearily, trying to focus on the phone that Joy is waving around in your face before you just grab it from her in your impatience.
Itâs a Youtube video titled âEVIL QUEEN PUTS GASTON IN HIS PLACEâ and it was just uploaded only a few hours ago. But it already has a million views and counting.
Slightly more awake now, you start to focus on the short three-minute video. It was just taken today, and you hear yourself insulting Gaston for a bit, before actually bickering with him when he shows up. The camera work is shaky, clearly taken by someone in the audience.
âDid you read the comments yet?â Joy says breathlessly as she peeks over your shoulder. âRead them. Theyâre gold.â
You start to scroll down to the comment section, your heart racing as you read them.
disneylover012: Oh my god. The Evil Queen is the best. Sheâs so savage!!
walkingonsunshine: Imagine getting paid to be mean to visitors. I LOVE HER
starwarsfan48: We need more of this. MORE
chipndale29: Iâm gonna go to Disney tomorrow just to see her!!!!
sunnyreds: she and Gaston are actually kinda cute together⊠arguing like a married couple. They should totally date!! (4 replies)
    potatocakes: imagine if they ACTUALLY WERE DATING IRL
    luckycat7: THATâS SOOOO CUTE OMG I TOTALLY SHIP THEM
chimchim013: whyâs everyone saying they should date??? Theyâre probably just friends in real lifeâŠ
nochu019: @chimchim013 lol donât hate him just cuz u ainât him⊠I ship them too
âOh my God, they ship you and Gaston,â Joy is falling over herself with laughter, and you put aside the phone for a moment to help her get out of her costume, seeing the threat that she poses to anyone in her near vicinity.
âWho ships us?â Jeongguk arrives with his hair wet and shirt clinging to his body. He dumps his bag at the door and plops himself onto the couch.
You feel a little weird after reading that comment. Joy is safely out of her costume by now, and you hand her back the phone. âNothing. Just some random people on Youtube.â
âThey arenât just some random people,â Joy admonishes. Thatâs the top liked comment, and that video has a million views now. And counting. _______, youâre famous!!!!!! The star of our little park!!!!!â
âNot forgetting who else starred in that video, are we,â Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, popping open the lid of a Pringles can. âI was, after all, your co-star.â
âOh shut up, you were totally getting owned- hey wait. We didnât even show you the video yet. Why do you seem like you already know which video that is?â You narrow your eyes in suspicion, turning to look at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk turns red immediately, stuffing his face with more of your chips. âMmf- happened to see itâŠâ
Thereâs a loud clank in the corner as Taehyung gives up on working out. He massages his biceps as he paces around the room, eyes bright with excitement. âThis is huge. Bigger than we could have ever imagined!!!â He grabs you by the shoulders. â________, you might even win Employee of the Month if you keep this up! The crowd loves you!â
âOh please,â you wave away their optimism with a hand. âIt was only one video.â
âItâs not just one video,â Joy corrects you as she scrolls furiously on her phone. âThis account also uploaded another one. This time itâs calledâŠâ
Joy gets cut off with a snort of laughter. âOh my god, you bad bitch.â
The door opens, and Yoongi walks in, hair in a mess and eyes half-open. âWhoâs a bad bitch?â
â_________!â Joy squeals. âYou fucking called Ariel a fish.â
âNo way,â Taehyung grabs the phone to see for himself.
EVIL QUEEN DISSES PRINCESS ARIEL, CALLS HER A FISH
ââŠOh. Itâs that fish girl.â You hear your voice blasted loudly, and then the rest of the video is drowned out by boisterous laughter, cheers and screaming.
Itâs chaos. Taehyung is running around the room. Joy is jumping up and down, replaying the video over and over. Jeongguk is rolling with laughter on the couch and falls off, knocking his knee on the table. Yoongi, true to his quiet self, only smirks at you with a look that resembles admiration, a tall order for the man of few words.
âNot bad. Guess you are serious about getting your man.â
âWh-what?â Oh my god, guys shut up for a fucking second,â you say to your friends, but they arenât having it. They are completely beside themselves with mirth, and a part of you canât help but smile either. The animosity between fur and face characters has been an ongoing war ever since you joined. A video like this going viral just feels like a score for you and zilch for them.
âI thought weâd lost you and Jeongguk over to the Dark Side when you got promoted to face characters,â Taehyung says, still half doubled over from the exertion, face red. âBut now itâs totally us against them. Youâre a double agent!â
âSheâs a fucking champ is what she is,â Jeongguk says with a look of pride on his face. âInsulting them while keeping character. I donât know how she does that.â
You donât really have much to say as you watch your friends replay the video over and over, but there is a warmth in your chest as they celebrate and dance. A warmth that completely erases the feelings of insecurity still lingering after seeing how beautiful Dahyun was today. The validation from your friends is just what you needed to chase those doubts away, and you plop yourself down on the couch, snuggling closer to Jeongguk as you settle in to watch the rest of the videos uploaded by that account.
Yoongi only partially grumbles about all of you squeezing onto one couch, but even you can see the tiny, proud gummy smile on his face as he watches from his standing position behind you all.
There may be shitty moments in this job. But moments like this make it all worth it, and you tell yourself to hold on to it no matter what.
*
Jimin collapses into a chair in the dressing room. To be honest, he prefers the fur characterâs dressing room to this one. Always cosy, with that soft couch perfect for taking a nap in between shifts. And the main plus point: the people. Ever since he got promoted to a face character he felt weird going back there, but it seems like you and Jeongguk still treat it as your dressing room. He hardly ever sees you in here, even when your shifts match.
A bigger dressing room also means more people, and more strangers. Itâs noisy, impossible to relax for a moment in between shifts. So he pulls out his earphones and plugs it into his phone, opening Youtube and idly browsing his homefeed.
He comes across an interesting video that catches his eye immediately.
EVIL QUEEN PUTS GASTON IN HIS PLACE
Thatâs you in the thumbnail. Heâd know your face anywhere. Jimin clicks on it, and the video begins to play. You and Gaston are bickering away, back and forth with an undeniable chemistry, and Jimin feels a lump growing in his throat.
Itâs partially overshadowed by the pride when he notices that itâs gone viral, over two million views now, and he grins happily. Watches the way you throw yourself into your acting, how confident you look making up your lines impromptu.
His mistake is when he decided to scroll through the comments.
sunnyreds: she and Gaston are actually kinda cute together⊠arguing like a married couple. They should totally date!! (2 replies)
    potatocakes: imagine if they ACTUALLY WERE DATING IRL
    luckycat7: THATâS SOOOO CUTE OMG I TOTALLY SHIP THEM
He frowns. You and Jeongguk? Hm. Not if he has anything to say about it.
He types furiously on his phone and presses submit before he has a chance to think twice about it. Satisfied with his reply, he continues watching to the end of the video, but not before another ping interrupts him.
Itâs a notification that someone has replied to his comment. He opens it and scrunches his brow in disapproval.
sunnyreds: she and Gaston are actually kinda cute together⊠arguing like a married couple. They should totally date!! (4 replies)
    potatocakes: imagine if they ACTUALLY WERE DATING IRL
    luckycat7: THATâS SOOOO CUTE OMG I TOTALLY SHIP THEM
chimchim013: whyâs everyone saying they should date??? Theyâre probably just friends in real lifeâŠ
nochu019: @chimchim013 lol donât hate him just cuz u ainât him⊠I ship them too
He starts typing furiously again but canât come up with anything intelligent to say. Finally, he deletes everything and clicks on the offending userâs screenname to check out his channel.
Itâs primarily focused on gaming and streaming, although their latest video does look like it was taken in Disneyland itself. Jimin sees a familiar silhouette in the corner of the videoâs thumbnail and clicks on the video to get a better view, though the figure is never clearly outlined.
Frustrated he scrolls through the rest of the channelâs videos, but itâs all lame gaming streams.
Itâs probably just a loser gaming nerd, Jimin tells himself as he returns to the viral video of the Evil Queen. Nothing to get worked up over.
Heâs interrupted by the timer on his phone signalling his next shift, and he sighs, tossing it away and starting to get ready.
*
The view count only goes up and up. Throughout the weeks that follow, more of your fan accounts pop up, uploading numerous videos of you sparring with Gaston, entertaining the crowd solo, insulting and bickering with guests. The list goes on, and your fanbase grows bigger.
Now you have a sizeable crowd at the Wishing Well every time your shift comes on. It energizes you, gives you the motivation to act better, think of wittier lines. The recognition that youâre getting every day makes you shine even brighter, giving you the hope to aspire towards your eventual big-picture dream of Broadway.
âItâs totally possible,â Joy gushes as she takes off her makeup at the end of the day.
Youâre sitting on the couch in the small living area, face already scrubbed clean of all your makeup. You tear into a face mask and carefully align it on your face. With the extra makeup that comes with playing a face character, you also run the risk of breaking out more, and blemishes are even harder to cover. So you put more effort into your skincare routine to make sure that your skin is as flawless as can be.
âWith all this fame you have, you could totally have an edge at auditioning for Broadway,â Joy continues on.
âMaybeâŠâ you say, closing your eyes and tipping your head back for a moment of relaxation. âNo one knows itâs me playing the Evil Queen. They canât find out my name, or Disney will fire me. You know the rules.â
âYeah, you could send it in as a highlight reel or an audition tape,â Joy answers. âThose are kept private anyway, so the public wonât find out. Win-win.â
You roll over to face her. âYou think thatâll work?â
Her response is interrupted by a polite knock at the door of the small dressing room. You both know that none of you ever knock before entering, so whoever is outside must be a visitor.
âIâll get it,â you say, walking toward the door and opening it.
âUm, hi.â Itâs Park Jimin again, hands awkwardly in his pockets and looking freshly showered in a black shirt and ripped jeans. His favourite combo. âI thought I might find you here.â
You hastily rip off your face mask, cheeks turning red at your disheveled appearance compare to his flawless one. âHey! Um, yeah haha guess Iâm pretty predictable!â
You almost cringe at your awkwardness. Jimin only smiles gently, eyes looking past you into the room.
âAre you busy?â
âUm⊠no! Not really. Just relaxing after my shift, Joyâs here too, you know her, right?â
Jimin acknowledges her with a nod. âActually, I kind of ran into senior management just now, and they asked me if you were still in the park. I think they want to see you and it seemed kind of urgent, so I came over to see if you were here.â
A slight tinge of disappointment makes itself known in your chest. So Jimin didnât come here to look for you, he only came because senior management asked him to.
âThey- they want to see me? I didnât get any email from them thoughâŠâ you pull out your phone and check it, only to realise itâs out of battery. âOh. No wonder. Um⊠sure. Iâll go see them right now. Thanks for letting me know.â
You start to slip past him, but he catches your arm halfway.
âIâll walk with you, if you donât mind,â he says with a shy little smile, flipping his hair off his forehead with one hand.
âYou sure? I donât want to hold you up⊠you must be tired.â Both of you start to stroll toward the head offices.
Jimin smiles companionably, taking a deep breath of the crisp, cold air. âIâm okay. Not that tired. Itâs a really fun job, and seeing the crowd gives me energy. So I always end the day with more energy than I started it with.â
You can kind of relate to what heâs referring to, and for the first time you realise how important it is to receive so much love and attention from your audience. âYeah, totally. Itâs like a two-way dialogue. You give the audience your all, and they give it back to you tenfold.â
âExactly!â He grins at you with a little skip in his step. âYouâve been killing it lately. I heard youâre going super viral on Youtube. The first video of you and Gaston has, what- five million views?â
âOh, yeah⊠itâs crazy. I have no idea how that happened,â you blush a little under his intense gaze, focusing on the path in front of you instead.
âI know how it happened, your acting skills are amazing,â Jimin says with a shrug, saying it as if itâs obvious. âWatching you makes me feel like you were born to act. When youâre acting, you just steal the spotlight even if there isnât a stage. I think you should give yourself more credit.â
He turns to you with a sweet smile, eyes warm. It almost makes you stumble over a non-existent rock.
âThankfully neither you nor the crowd are mind readers, because I was doubting myself like crazy that day,ïżœïżœïżœ you attempt to laugh it off, but your confession only makes Jimin even more curious, his hand brushing against yours. You ignore the hitch in your voice. âIt was more like tiny little questions. âLike is this okay? Am I doing a good job? Was that too mean? Do they hate me?â â
âWow- thatâs⊠I couldnât tell at all,â Jimin admits. âFrom the outside you just looked like you were born to be there. You looked so confident and comfortable in your own skin, and⊠it was attractive.â
Your heart skips multiple beats as you shakily bring yourself to make eye contact with him. Jimin is still looking at you, and the words are left unsaid between the two of you, but his gaze makes it loud and clear.
I was attracted to you.
Youâre saved from a response as you approach the head office. Thinking heâd probably do the normal thing and leave now, you turn to say goodbye to him, but Jimin follows you into the office.
âI can stay a little. Donât have anything after this anyway,â he says with an easy smile, and part of you is glad, because youâre nervous at the thought of meeting with senior management.
Though youâll have to go in alone, the thought of Jimin waiting outside for you makes you a little less anxious.
âGood evening, _________,â the head of Character Management, Kim Sejeong greets you.
Itâs strange to be meeting with management so often, the last time being when you got promoted. But this time, the rest of the management is also in the room, sitting on either side of a long table, looking important and intimidating.
âHi- Good evening, I believe you wanted to see me?â Your voice comes out small, and you hate it.
âYes, we have some very great news for you,â Kim Sejeong smiles tightly as she ushers you to a seat at the end of the table. âIâll let our director of HR deliver it himself.â
His nameplate reads Jung Hoseok. He clears his throat, adjusting his tie as he smiles at you. âCongratulations, ________. Youâve been made employee of the month.â
Thereâs a stunned silence for a moment as you digest the news. Finally, you bring yourself to utter a response. âUm⊠I⊠wow, this is amazing, I had no idea⊠Thank you so much, Mr Jung.â
Jung Hoseok laces his fingers together, smiling again as he looks at the other members of the senior management. âI think I speak for all of us when I say that weâve definitely noticed how you are shining in your new assignment. Weâve taken note that youâve gone viral, and we estimate that park visitation numbers have gone up by 5% ever since you were promoted. Youâve brought very good publicity for our park, and we think you deserve this title.â
âIn fact, we decided to modify the title slightly, youâre now employee of the month for the next three months. Of course, weâll be announcing your title in the official staff newsletter later this month, but we just thought youâd like to know in advance,â Sejeong interjects smoothly.
This has to be a dream. Some cruel nightmare where everything is ripped away from you at the very last second. Thereâs no way something this good can happen to you⊠is there?
âItâs not just a title,â Jung Hoseok corrects himself. âIâm not sure if youâre aware, but the Employee of the Month is also rewarded with a small voucher. But since this is Employee of the Month for the next three months, we thought the prize should be similarly inflated.â
You glance at Sejeong expectantly, not daring to get your hopes up. What could it be? Cash? A month off work? A bonus?
âTwo pairs of VIP tickets to Disneyland, redeemable at any time with no expiry,â Jung Hoseok grins as if he thinks heâs awarding you the Nobel Peace Prize. âAnd, a free nightâs stay at the Disneyland hotel, two rooms inclusive.â
Youâve never really been a fan of Disneyland and its hotels, but this is slightly ridiculous. The reward for doing well at work is⊠getting to spend more time at work? You supposed you can always sell the tickets or something⊠you just have to find a way to be discreet about it.
You realise that a longer than socially acceptable amount of time has passed in which youâve just been staring at senior management, and you clear your throat, mentally slapping yourself out of your stupor.
âThank you, Mr Jung. I truly⊠truly appreciate this, itâs such an honour,â you force the words out alone with a stiff smile on your face.
Jung Hoseok seems satisfied with your gratitude. âThank you, Ms______. Please keep up the good work. Well, thatâs all we have for you today, unless thereâs anything on your side, Sejeong?â
âNope, nothing from me,â Sejeong shakes her head. âYou may go now.â
You thank them one more time before letting yourself out of the room, still trying to process everything. Jimin sees the slightly overwhelmed look on your face, and he immediately meets you at your side, arm around your shoulder to guide you to the door.
âYou okay? It wasnât bad news, right?â He asks, worried.
âNo⊠no it wasnât. Quite the opposite, actually,â you say still in a daze. âI was awarded Employee of the Month. For the next three months.â
âOh my god. Thatâs amazing! You totally deserve it!â Jimin expresses his joy with his entire body, skipping ahead of you a few paces and even doing a spin, giggling in that cute way of his.
âIt is,â you smile, genuinely happy now. âBut get this, guess what was the reward.â
âA 13th month bonus?â Jimin guesses excitedly, his eyes bright.
âTwo pairs of VIP tickets to Disneyland. And two hotel rooms, one night stay,â you say in a deadpan manner. âI know, right? How stingy. Employees already get a 20% discounted rate off everything, and yetâŠâ
âYou could always sell them. Or, I mean⊠take the chance to just be a normal person at Disney. I guess thatâs easier said than done, with all the things that weâve seen as cast membersâŠâ Jimin bites his lip in a way that highlights how plush they are.
âA normal person at Disney?â Youâre intrigued by the idea as the two of you start to walk back towards the cast memberâs dressing rooms. âIâve never really thought of that before. I mean, this is our workplace, so I donât think I could ever think of it as a place to have fun.â
âI could show you, i-if you wanted,â Jimin stumbles over his words, and you can see a slight blush on his cheeks as his smile rounds them out gently. âI think itâd be fun. To just forget what weâre really here for and enjoy the park as Walt Disney himself intended it.â
From anyone else, those words would have rubbed you the wrong way. But coming from Park Jimin, itâs genuine because you can tell he really believes that this park was meant to bring joy to people.
And after all, spending a day with Park Jimin in Disney doesnât sound all that bad. Especially when you think of the hotel room waiting for you after.
âI think itâs a deal,â you grin at him, a fluttering in your stomach when you see his face light up.
*
âOh my god. Please,â Jeongguk begs, practically on his knees in front of you. âIâd kill to stay in a Disney hotel just once. And besides, this would be great for my channel!â
âYou have a channel?â You frown at him. This is news.
âI recently just started one! Itâs mainly gaming for now, but I thought of branching out into vlogging too! And what better place to vlog than Disney itself?â Jeongguk grins and stretches his arms, spinning in the small dressing room and nearly knocking Yoongi off his feet.
The older man glares as he shields his Americano with his body. âCount me out. Spending more time in this place is the last thing I want.â
You sigh under your breath. âMe too, bud.â
âCâmon, you have three tickets! Just give one to me, and Tae and Joy can take the other two! Itâs perfect!â Jeongguk folds his arms petulantly, as if he canât believe you havenât done the math. âWe can do the âEat Everything at Disney Challengeâ and then crash in the hotel room at night. Itâll be like old times again, just way fancier!â
âWe can just sneak Yoongi hyung in for the âcrash at hotelâ part,â Taehyung chimes in. âWeâll get snacks and alcohol and shit. Itâll be great!â
âUm⊠well, about thatâŠâ you shift your weight from foot to foot. âI⊠kind of only have two tickets left.â
âWhat? Whereâd the last one go?â Jeongguk immediately questions this unexpected wrench in his well laid plans.
This catches Yoongiâs attention too, and he stops scrolling on his phone to fix his eyes on you. Eyebrow raised, as if he can tell what youâre going to say next.
âI donât think you have any other friends than us,â Jeongguk is thinking hard, and you punch him in the shoulder just for that comment.
âItâs Park Jimin, thatâs who,â Joy pipes up from the corner as sheâs examining her skin for any breakouts.
Jeongguk frowns. âWait. Prince Eric? Heâs your friend? You guys are close?â
Yoongi snorts at that naĂŻve response. âDude, she has the biggest boner for him. Everyone in the crew knows that. Well, except for you and him, I guess.â
âShut up, everyone does not know that!â You throw a cushion at Yoongi, but he raises an arm to deflect it, unbothered as always. âIâm gonna put salt in your Americano tomorrow.â
âTwo slots and three people, thatâs gonna be interesting,â Yoongi says, going back to his phone.
âWell, I volunteer Tae as tribute. Heâs the only one whose shift doesnât match ours for the next month,â Joy shoots you a quick glance as she says this, and you understand what sheâs getting at immediately.
If itâs just you, Jimin and the two brats, youâll be spending the whole day taking care of them like theyâre your overgrown children. But with Joy along, hopefully she can distract Jeongguk long enough for you and Jimin to have some time together, and hopefully even hit the end goal of-
âOh, rightâŠâ Taehyung says with slumped shoulders. âWho plans the shifts anyway? Whyâd I have to be left out this time?â
Feeling a little guilty for all the unspoken planning going on between you and Joy, you ruffle Taehyungâs hair fondly. âHey. You can still join us at night. Weâll just sneak you guys all in.â
You almost regret the words coming out of your mouth the moment you say it, because Joy shoots you an âare you sure about thisâ look. You return her look with a shrug. As much as you want Jimin, it doesnât feel right to exclude your friends like this, friends who have been like a family to you.
Youâll just have to find a way to get Jimin alone, because this is your best chance.
*
âHey everyone! Whatâs up guys, today weâre doing a âEat Everything at Disney Challengeâ!! Woohoo!â Jeonggukâs boisterous voice attracts the attention of a few other people around him.
He holds out his vlogging camera further to capture the rest of the party. Joy is walking beside him, doing a great job of being the physical buffer between Jeongguk, you and Jimin. She waves half-heartedly, more concerned with shielding herself from the merciless sun with her sunhat and making sure Jeongguk doesnât crash into anything while mindlessly vlogging.
Youâre a few paces away with Jimin, matching your pace to his and already feeling the exhilaration of the day ahead. Even just walking beside him is enough to get your heart racing. Today heâs dressed up slightly more, in a white button-down shirt with cut-off khaki shorts that show off his muscled thighs. To complete the look, his black hair is parted in the middle, showing off his forehead, black sunglasses hung on the vee of his white button down shirt.
âDid I miss the memo or something?â Jimin turns to you with an amused smile on his lips. They look soft, pink and even a little glossy, as if heâd taken the time to apply some tinted lip balm. âEat everything at Disney Challenge?â
âDonât worry, I missed it too. If Iâd known, I would have worn something a lot looser than this,â you gesture down at yourself. If only Jimin knew that you had spent hours agonizing over your outfit last night, panic calling Joy for help and realizing that you have absolutely zero date worthy clothes in your closet.
It figures because the last time you went out for something other than work and auditions and grocery shopping was never.
Finally, youâd settled on a yellow plaid dress with thin straps to fight off the summer heat, and sneakers to make walking a little easier.
âYou look great though,â Jimin says boldly, biting his lower lip. âHow about this: heâs here for the all you can eat challenge. Weâre here on a date.â
The words make your stomach flutter dangerously, as if youâre on Space Mountain just before the big drop. Thereâs something slightly different about Jimin today, heâs a sassier, more flirty version of himself, and it only makes you wish you could have come alone with him even more.
*
No more shy smiles or cute grins today, Park Jimin is going all out in his flirting. Heâs going to get the girl today, Jeon Jeongguk be damned.
The four of you stop at a churro stand, and Jeongguk announces to the camera that itâs the first stop of the day.
Jiminâs never been one for the sugary treat, but he spies an opportunity as Jeongguk begins to scarf down his churro on camera, getting sugar all over his shirt.
âHi, can I have one pineapple churro please?â He asks before turning to you. âShare one with me?â
âSure,â you shrug as Jeongguk approaches the two of you, his original flavour churro already gone.
âWhatâd you guys get?â Jeongguk squeezes himself in between you and Jimin. âOh. Pineapple? I didnât know they had that flavour.â
Jimin hands over some cash to the vendor and takes the still warm, yellow churro dusted in bright yellow sugar. âThey have all different kinds of flavours, look.â He points to the menu board on top of the booth. âHey, you know whatâd be cool Jeongguk?â
âHmm?â Jeongguk turns to him with a questioning look in his eyes.
âYou should try all the different flavoured churros, itâd be a really cool addition to the vlog!â
Jeongguk lights up at the suggestion. âWhy didnât I think of that?â He turns to the vendor and points at the menu. âCan I have one in every flavour? Oh, and employee discount please.â
âSure, but weâre fresh out of churros and itâll take about fifteen minutes to make the next batch, would you be okay with waiting, sir?â
Jimin discreetly tugs at your hand and pulls you away with him while Jeongguk haggles with the vendor about the waiting time, too preoccupied to even notice the two of you.
A safe distance away, Jimin grins as he glances you up and down as if he suddenly realized something. âHere. Take this.â
He shoves the churro at you, and you take it from him, brows knitted in confusion.
âIt matches your outfit, and you look really cute. I wanna take a picture of you,â Jimin explains with a giggle as he takes his phone out of his pocket, positioning you so that the Magic Castle is directly behind you. âOne, two threeâŠâ
You make him laugh in his signature way, with his entire body, when you pretend to play the churro like a flute. He snaps a few more pictures with a satisfied smile on his face, and you drop the pose, walking over to him to check the picture and half hoping you donât look horrible.
âSo pretty, see,â Jimin shows you a candid of you laughing at him laughing, and you realise itâs the happiest youâve seen yourself lately. His proximity as he shows you the other pictures makes your heart race, and you almost donât want to move away.
To cover up your fluttering nerves, you take a bite of the churro, feeling the sugar melt on your tongue, and the tangy taste of pineapple spread across your tastebuds.
âGood?â Jimin asks, putting his phone away, casually letting his arm skim past your waist as he tucks it into his pocket. âLemme try?â
Before you can offer your end of the churro to him, he closes one hand around your wrist and lifts the other end of the churro to his lips, taking a bite of it. The sugar dusts his plush lips, and he maintains direct eye contact with you as he chews, his smoldering eyes such a contrast with the cute bulge of his cheek full of churro.
The slight height difference means the churro is tilted in between the two of you, and your end of the churro remains slightly out of your reach. Feeling as if his eyes are daring you to, you lean forward slightly and take a bite from your side while he takes another bite from his end.
God damn if this isnât the most romantic thing youâve ever done. Youâd thought these things only happen in movies. Feeling your cheeks heat up from his stare, you break away first and brush some sugar off your chin.
âItâs really good,â Jimin comments, licking his lips to get every bit of sugar. âTastes just like the Dole Whip. Pineappleâs really good for you too.â
âIt is?â You ask before you can fully comprehend what heâs said, mind already addled by his close proximity and how outrageously cheesy heâs being. You see a stray granule of sugar on his bottom lip, and without thinking, brush it away with your thumb.
Jimin pairs his answer with another bite of the pineapple churro, a slight smirk on his lips as he chews. âYeah, it tastes good, and it makes you taste good too.â
You understand his double entendre immediately and wonder where the hell this side of Park Jimin was all along. A moment ago, everything was straight out of a rom-com movie, and a second later heâs looking at you like youâre the lead actors of Fifty Shades.
âHey guys, I got it!â Jeongguk bounds over with his two fists full of churros, his camera balanced dangerously in the crook of his elbow. Joy trails behind with a slightly apologetic look on her face at not being able to successfully keep him busy. âGuys, can you film me? Iâm gonna try to break the world record for eating churros the fastest.â
You oblige, stepping away from Jimin to rescue the camera from Jeongguk. âThereâs such a record? Whatâs the time to beat?â
âDunno,â Jeongguk shrugs, his eyes already focused on the multi-coloured churros in his hands. Thereâs pineapple, plum, green apple, strawberry and blue raspberry. âIâll make one if there isnât.â
âDonât choke, Kook,â you caution him, taking out a bottle of water from your bag just in case, and position him in the camera frame. âThree⊠two⊠one⊠action!â
Jimin looks over your shoulder at the cameraâs viewfinder as Jeongguk begins to scoff down the churros at record speed. In the blink of an eye, heâs already downed three, and he shoves the last two in his mouth at the same time, chewing furiously as if heâs eating two Pocky sticks at the same time.
âAnd⊠time!â You call out, figuring he can just add in the timer below later in post editing. You keep recording though, and hand him the bottle of water with your free hand.
Jeongguk looks satisfied with himself, though his eyes land on how close Jimin is standing behind you as he chugs the water. With a petulant pout, he lowers the bottle from his lips.
âDo I have sugar on my mouth?â He asks you, looking at your face rather than at the camera.
âYes, yes you do,â you say with a laugh. âItâs all over your face and chin.â
âWipe it for me?â Jeongguk asks with a shameless grin, glancing at the way Jiminâs expression tightens. âI canât see where it is.â
Thereâs a brief pause as you hesitate, and then you pull a pack of tissues out of your pocket, tossing them at him. âHere. Use these.â
Jiminâs laughter sounds angelic to you, but it grates on Jeonggukâs ears.
*
âHey, can you walk ahead of me?â Jeongguk turns to you with his camera still focused in front of him. âI wanna do a âfollow meâ shot. And I need a model.â
âIâll do it!â Joy chimes in enthusiastically, although you can obviously tell how forced it is judging from the smile that doesnât quite reach her eyes. The heat is definitely taking a toll on her. You owe her a huge debt after this.
But Jeongguk frowns a little. âHmmm, can ______ do it instead?â
âWhatâs wrong with me?â Joy crosses her arms defensively.
âHave you seen the way you walk?â Jeongguk rolls his eyes. âYouâre like a drunk elephant.â
Joyâs eyes widen in outrage and you can tell this is about to turn into an argument between your two best friends. Before she can say anything, however, Jimin cuts in.
âIâll do it,â he says, pushing back his black hair from his forehead.
Relieved, you chime in. âY-yes! Jimin walks really well. You should see the way he walks down Main Street when heâs Prince Eric. He turns the whole place into his private runway!â
Jimin shoots you a fond little smile, glowing from your compliment and you feel Jeonggukâs eyes tracking this tiny moment between you.
âWhat do I have to do?â Jimin asks, already walking in front of Jeongguk.
âBut⊠âfollow meâ shots are usually done by a girl because they get more viewers,â Jeongguk protests weakly, especially when Jimin appears in the viewfinder of his camera. âAnd⊠and we have to hold hands.â
âYou have no idea how handsome I am from the back,â Jimin smirks, running a hand through his hair again. âIâll get you way more views than Joy and ______ ever could.â
âGod damn. That confidence is so hot,â Joy whispers beside you, watching the two men squabble over having to hold hands, and then finally settle for no hand holding.
You donât doubt he could get way more views than you or Joy, especially with the little smirk he shoots the camera over his shoulder as he starts to walk toward the Magic Castle. Jeongguk follows while filming, leaving the two of you behind for a moment.
âYou know whatâs hotter?â Your eyes donât leave him for a second. âThat ass.â
Joy giggles in tandem with you for a second before she stops with sudden realization. âOh my god. I just realised something. I hope the walls between the hotel rooms are soundproof.â
*
âAnd⊠hereâs the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen todayâŠâ Jeongguk suddenly turns the camera on you as you pick at your candy floss. âWeâre waiting to go on the carousel!â
Suddenly camera shy, you hide behind the giant pink cloud. âWhatâs with you? Why are you complimenting me?â
âBecause itâs true,â Jeongguk shrugs, one hand reaching out to move your cotton candy away from your face so that he can see you.
But his view is suddenly rudely interrupted by Jimin who sticks his face right in front of the camera. Jeongguk jumps back in slightly shock, a scowl etched across his features as Jimin blocks you entirely.
âHow about me? Arenât I the cutest guy youâve ever seen?â Jimin checks himself out in the camera lens, and you have to stop yourself from agreeing. He fluffs up his silky black hair, taking the sunglasses that hang in the vee of his shirt and putting them on.
Jimin continues to check himself out in the cameraâs viewfinder, and you laugh at him, watching him smooth his hair and lick his lips, and suddenly you find yourself envying the viewers of Jeonggukâs channel. That is, if Jeongguk decides to even let this make it into the vlog in the first place.
Jeongguk is making noises of disgust, trying to get Jimin out of frame, and the two of them are squabbling like little kids.
Jeongguk passes the camera to you. âHey, film me.â
He grabs a piece of popcorn and tosses it into the air, trying to catch it with his mouth. Joy giggles when he fails, and Jimin snorts with laughter at his reattempts.
âCâmon, thatâs easy,â Jimin says as he grabs popcorn from Jeongguk, and you turn to focus the camera on him instead. Jimin tosses it into the air and catches it easily, shooting the camera a little smirk.
âIâll do it again,â Jimin says, grabbing another piece of popcorn and tossing it in the air. It lands in his mouth effortlessly, and the way he looks at you while chewing makes your mouth go dry.
âOne more, and if I succeedâŠâ his voice trails off so that you have to strain to hear him over all the background noise of the park. âYou have to ride me tonight.â
Then he throws it into the air and catches it with his mouth, and your heart skips a beat when he catches your eye after.
âUm, what?? Iâll have to ride⊠what?â You feel like that piece of popcorn has gone down your throat instead, from the way youâre stuttering.
âYouâll have to ride with me,â Jimin says with a wink, nodding at the carousel. âWhat did you think I said?â
Youâre saved from replying when the gates in front of you open, signalling the next batch of carousel riders.
Joy tugs you along, unaffected by what just went down whatsoever. Her only aim is to choose the prettiest unicorn so she can take millions of selfies, and you follow her, not realizing that Jeongguk isnât behind you. By the time you do realise, youâre already standing beside a white pony with a pink mane and tail just behind Joy.
âYou go ahead, I wanna film the carousel from here,â Jeongguk focuses on getting the perfect frame on his camera. Jimin glances over his shoulder and realizes that itâs focused on you, following you as you go from pony to pony, laughing and giggling with your cotton candy still in hand.
He narrows his eyes in suspicion. âHey, I thought this was supposed to be a âEat Everything at Disney Challengeâ? Why are you filming ______ like, exclusively?â
âBecause I wanna eat her, thatâs why,â Jeongguk mumbles under his breath, and Jimin nearly explodes.
âWhat did you just say man?â Heâs ready to grab Jeongguk by the collar for referring to you in such a crude manner.
âCalm down dude, it was just a joke,â Jeonggukâs eyes widen in fear. âI say stupid things sometimes without thinking! You know Iâd never treat _____ like that. Sheâs like one of my best friends! I canât help if Iâm attracted to her like that!â
âKook? What are you doing? Get over here!â You gesture at him and Jimin, who are still in the queue even though there are more than enough spaces on the carousel.
You notice the two of them having a seemingly intense conversation, at the end of which Jimin backs down and shoves his way through the gate, with a hard set to his jaw as he approaches the horse youâre about to ride. But by the time heâs on the carousel itself, the annoyance has vanished off his face.
âYou should ride on this one instead,â Jimin gestures to a horse on the inside of the carousel. âSwitch with me.â
You were just about to get on the horse, but at his insistence, switch to riding the one on the inside instead. Jimin stands just behind you, making sure youâre securely on the horse before he climbs up on the one next to you.
He glances at Jeongguk still in the queue trying to get a shot of you on the carousel, but he purposely angles his body so that heâs blocking you entirely. Especially when he sees your exposed thigh when your dress rides up from your position on the horse. Jimin doesnât want anyone but him to be privy to this view, thatâs for sure.
The ride slowly creaks to a start, and the whimsical music starts up. Now that the sun has gone down, the glow of the carousel lights casts a magical tinge over everything, and when Jimin looks over at you, he isnât ready for the surge of butterflies.
*
The four of you make it to the hotel to check-in, half exhausted and just wanting to collapse onto cool sheets for a while before coming up with a plan to sneak in Yoongi and Tae, who insisted on bringing the snacks and alcohol so that they wouldnât be left out.
âHere you go, two rooms, across the hallway from each other. 503 and 504,â the hotel clerk smiles at you, and you thank her, grabbing the keys and joining the other three in front of the elevators.
âFifth floor,â you mumble to no one in particular as the four of you enter the lift. Joy reaches out to punch in the correct number, while Jimin boldly wraps an arm around your waist and you press your cheek into his chest.
âWhyâs Kook sulking?â You refer to Jeongguk whoâs been silent ever since you got off the carousel ride, looking through shots on his camera with a sullen look on his face.
âHis blood sugar is low, he needs some snacks probably,â Joy says, stifling a yawn herself. âGod, I canât believe itâs only 9pm and weâre dying to go to bed. When did we become boring ass adults?â
âEver since we got jobs and started paying bills,â your voice is muffled by Jiminâs shirt.
The elevator dings and you stumble out, navigating the lush hallways lined with red carpeting to find the correct unit number. You stop in front of 503 and tap the key card to the sensor, tossing the other one to Joy who opens the opposite room.
The sight of the neat, luxurious hotel rooms perks even Jeongguk up, as you dump your stuff and throw yourselves onto the soft beds.
âOh god. Who was the one who suggested The Spinning Teacups? I hate you so much right now,â you mumble into a pillow, all your energy sapped up.
âJeongguk did,â Jimin helpfully supplements your memory even as you feel the bed dip slightly beside you.
All of a sudden, you are painfully aware that the two of you are alone in the room together⊠the door is locked securely and thereâs no one, not even Mr Walt Disney himself, who could interrupt your moment now. You turn to see Jimin flat on his back beside you, eyes closed and hair brushed away from his face. The outline of his sharp jawline leads you down to his Adamâs apple, then further down into the v of his shirt that exposes his chestâŠ
He catches you looking with a playful smirk on his plush lips, turning onto his side so that he can regard you better.
âI waited all day for thisâŠâ Jimin whispers in a low sultry tone as his eyes undress you, and he sits up, running his fingers through his hair. âRemember what I said about riding me?â
You can only gape at him for a moment, before you reach out to smack his chest. âOh my god, I knew I heard that! You made me feel like such a pervert!â
Jimin laughs, reaching across the bed to pull you into his lap so that you are indeed straddling him. âYouâre cute when youâre flustered.â
You forget about how sweaty you feel when Jimin pulls you down for a kiss, and you finally taste those plush lips of his that youâd been dreaming of forever. You feel as if all of this is a dream, only it canât be because the sensation of his warm body beneath yours is all too real, his tongue begging for entrance is making all of your fantasies come true and-
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong!!!
The doorbell rings persistently and doesnât stop. Such an obnoxious act can only be the work of one person. Sighing, you extricate yourself from Jiminâs grasp with one last kiss to his bottom lip and go to check whoâs outside in the doorhole.
But all you see is darkness.
âWhat are you guys doing in there! Come out! Yoongi and Tae are here!â Jeonggukâs voice sounds from outside, and you can only surmise that heâs covered the door hole with his hand. Real mature.
Sighing, you turn back to Jimin still on the bed. Inside here is Jimin with his cute smile and sinful promises of the night to come, and out there is⊠Jeon Jeongguk with a penchant of cock blocking you at every turn he gets.
âWe should join them for a bit. Then sneak away if we can.â Jimin sighs when the doorbell continues ringing, twitching an eyebrow in annoyance. âOr else heâll never leave us alone. We need a game plan.â
Jimin turns to rummage through his bag for some comfy clothes to change into, and you do the same, only retreating into the bathroom to try and freshen up a little first. Five minutes later you emerge, dressed in comfy sweats as you open the door, only to stop the incessant ringing of the doorbell.
âKook, youâre disturbing the neighbours,â you chide him gently, pushing him towards the other hotel room as Jimin emerges behind you in an oversized black hoodie and shorts.
It seems like the party already started without you, chip bags open and strewn everywhere, beer cans crushed and strewn around. You plop yourself down on a pillow and reach for some Doritos, moaning as the salty, cheesy goodness hits your tongue and you feel renergised.
Yoongi comes in bearing pizza, and for a moment no one speaks as you all hungrily devour the food.
âSo Kook, did you manage to finish your âEat Everything at Disney Challengeâ?â Taehyung asks with a hopeful grin, for heâd contributed to the idea himself.
âObviously not, or else he wouldnât be stuffing himself right now,â Joy says through a mouthful of pizza, chasing it down with a gulp of soda. âHe started off strong with the churros, but I think he kinda got sidetracked along the wayâŠâ
âOh,â Taehyung says, not really looking all that disappointed. âBro, thereâs always next time! I told you, you need me!â
Yoongi settles back with a can of beer, looking as though the day has thoroughly worn him out. âSo, howâd you losers like Disney? As visitors, not as cast members.â
âEh, was okay I guess,â Jeongguk picks at a piece of pineapple on his slice. âVlog turned out slightly different than I wanted it to.â
âToo hot,â Joy complains, before realizing her mistake. Her eyes widen as Taehyung tosses an empty crushed beer can at her.
âTry an entire afternoon in costume!â Taehyung says indignantly, before bursting into laughter.
While they bicker back and forth, Jimin nudges your knee with his, and mouths the words âgame planâ. Your eyes dart around the mess in front of you, then at each of your friends.
Jeongguk is stuffing himself with the rest of the pizza, and if you know anything about him is that he goes out like a light after meals. Yoongi is already more than half asleep, Tae and Joy are distracting each other. Nowâs the perfect time.
You start to stand up slowly, making your way to the door to let yourself out quietly. You donât dare to turn and see if Jimin is following behind you, all you can do is keep going straight without making any more noiseâŠ
â_______? Where are you going?â
Shit.
Jeonggukâs sleepy voice interrupts you, and you turn around, a hesitant smile on your face. You see that Jimin is still seated in the circle, and you root around in your head for an excuse.
âJust- just gonna get more beer, weâre already out!â You say, and Jeongguk seems to accept this as he shifts his position to lie his head on Jiminâs lap instead. âHyung- can I call you that? Hyung, lend me your lap for a while. Youâre comfy.â
Ignoring Jiminâs silent protests for help, you let yourself out of the room, breathing a sigh of relief once the door closes behind you. You let yourself into the other room with the spare keycard in your pocket, thanking the heavens that you decided to ask for an extra card at reception just now. The original one is with Jimin, if and when he manages to extricate himself from Jeonggukâs graspâŠ
You sigh and slide under the soft, warm sheets, deciding that you might as well take a nap while waiting for Jimin.
*
Beep-beepâŠ.
The sound of a key-card being scanned stirs you from sleep, and you crack open an eye, but all youâre met with is the darkness of your hotel room. Then thereâs a weight on the bed beside you, and Jiminâs soft voice.
âDid you fall asleep?â
âNo, no I-â the sleep in your voice betrays you, though, and you sit up hastily, taking in Jiminâs ruffled appearance; hair messy and cheeks slightly red. âWhat time is it?â
âJust past 2am,â Jimin rubs a hand down his face, reaching for a bottle of water on the bedside. âWe were deep into some drinking game before I managed to escape. Theyâre all passed out in the other room.â
Jimin tilts the bottle and drinks deeply as if to chase away the sleepiness. He replaces the bottle on the bedside and moves to take off his hoodie, revealing the thin black shirt underneath. Unable to stop yourself, you push yourself into a sitting position, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss, continuing from where you left off earlier.
You can taste the remnants of beer on his tongue, his hands slide around your waist to feel your soft curves, pull you closer to him so that you feel the hardness of his abs and the heat of his body.
âFinally,â he groans, trailing his kisses down your neck. âFucking finally. This was all I could think about when we were playing 7 Up.â
His hands slide down to lift your shirt over your head, his lips marking the top of one breast as he works at the clasp of your bra. Jiminâs roughness is welcome as he sucks purple and blue into your skin, tossing away your bra like itâs nothing.
âYou had the nerve to fall asleep while I was stuck entertaining your friends?â Jimin emphasizes this with a particularly harsh suck on your nipple, his fingers twisting the other one and your thighs clench together, trying to seek some sort of friction. His palm gropes your breasts, squeezing it roughly as he marks the other with his teeth and tongue.
âShi-t Iâm sorry!â You squeak out, but this side of Jimin youâve never seen before is so fucking hot, and you can feel yourself already craving his touch on your body, inside you, and just everywhere.
His anger translates itself into his actions as he pulls down your sweatpants with a yank, but his fingers are always gentle on your skin as he travels up your inner thighs, traces across your sensitive lower lips. He witnesses how soaked your underwear is, pulling it away from you as he settles himself in between your thighs.
One flick of his tongue sends your thighs trembling, and he concentrates all his efforts on your clit, his fingers digging into your soft flesh in an attempt to keep your legs spread for him. Two fingers spread you for his viewing pleasure, he eats you like a man starved, not caring if your juice smear on his chin or cheeks.
When his fingers start to tease at your entrance, you buck your hips in a silent plea for more, and Jimin obliges you by sliding in one finger. Even though youâve pleasured yourself in the past, it doesnât compare to the feeling of him filling you up with his fingers, stretching you out and watching how well you take him.
One thumb is still rubbing circles around your clit, fingers stroking that special spot inside you as he coaxes you to cum all over him. Finally, Jimin goes in for the kill, replacing his thumb with his lips wrapped around your clit, and sucking until you see stars and your thighs are wrapped tight around his head.
You are panting and out of breath when your muscles loosen up, and Jimin is licking his lips, staring at your cunt. Without giving yourself time to get shy, you move to straddle him, ripping his shirt off in a hunger to feel his chest and abs, grinding against him.
âFuck, are you really going to ride me like this?â Jimin has his hands around your waist as your tongue swirls in the shell of his ear, feeling your wet cunt grind against his abs. He lets you get a fill of his rock hard muscles for a few more seconds before aligning you where he really wants it, just over the bulge in his sweatpants.
âA betâs a bet, right?â You reach down to pull the waistband of his sweatpants lower, bringing his underwear with it. Â You can already see the red tip of his cock, hard and angry and weeping with precum.
You grasp him with your mouth watering at the thought of swallowing his thick cock down your throat, but that will have to wait because you think you might die if you donât feel him inside you this very instant.
âYou know, I always look at your ass in your Prince Eric costume when you walk past the Wishing Well,â you admit to him, stroking his cock a few times and relishing the deep groans from Jimin.
âSounds like you have a kink for Princes. Maybe I should fuck you while wearing my Prince outfit?â
âBonus points if we can roleplay. You can save me from this big, towering castle, and when you climb all the way up Iâll thank you by sucking your huge-â Youâre unable to finish the sentence, bursting out into giggles only to be met with a puzzled look from Jimin.
âWait, you werenât being serious? I was getting into that!âÂ
âOnly if you call me Queen. And I get to call you a peasant.â
Jimin mock pouts, but then when his cock brushes against your clit, he suddenly remembers that heâs supposed to be punishing you for falling asleep while waiting for him.
He delivers one spank to your ass, causing you to moan as he reaches for the condoms thoughtfully provided by the hotel.
âUgh, theyâre Disney themed,â Jimin groans in distaste as he tosses aside the Mickey Mouse wrapper, unrolling the red and white polka dot condom over himself and swearing even more. âWho the hell would be turned on by this!â
You giggle at his obvious distress over how the condom makes his cock look.
âYouâre laughing?â Jimin frowns in disapproval. âIâm here in danger of going soft before I can even fuck you and youâre-â
âThen Iâd better help out,â you stifle your laughter as you grip him by the base and sink down onto him, and immediately all thoughts of Mickey Mouse, Disneyland and his cock going soft flee from Jiminâs mind.
All he can think of is the feeling of your warm cunt surrounding him, how tight you are as you take him all the way. You alternate between bouncing on top of him and grinding your hips in circles when you want more depth. Your thighs are burning, but you promised youâd ride Jimin till he cums.
When your pace slows down just a smidge, Jimin bends his thighs under you and meets you halfway for a while, before finally wrapping his arms around your waist so that your upper body is pressed tightly to his. Then you feel him pound into you, using his lower body strength to keep up the pace.
Although youâre on top, he seems to be doing most of the work, and the most you can do is to tighten around him. You can feel his grasp tight around your waist as his breaths quicken against your skin.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â Jimin is clearly trying to hold himself back, but you gather the last of your strength and start bouncing on him, trying to push him over the edge. A few more squeezes of your core around him and Jimin is groaning, gripping your waist as he thrusts up into you and spills into the condom.
A few brushes of his thumb around your clit is all it takes for you to follow him over the edge, collapsing against his chest in exhaustion as you both come down from your high.
Jimin goes soft and slips out of you, and he rolls you to the side so that he can take off the used condom. He grimaces as he ties the end and tosses it into the trash. âNever a-fucking-gain.â
âDoes that mean we arenât having round two here?â You tease him as he comes back to bed, snuggling deep into the covers with his cold feet pressed against your thigh.
âI think I could maybe deal with that⊠are there any Donald Duck ones?â
*
âMy queen! I brought you a new servant!â A teenage girl excitedly drags her friends towards you, holding a camera up to film your reaction.
More and more of your visitors have been filming you, but you take it all in stride rather than feel pressurized by the thought that this will end up on Youtube. You pretend to check yourself out in the cameraâs front view for a moment before noticing her and her friends.
âMy new servant? Well everyoneâs a servant, what are you talking about?â You glance dismissively at the crowd around you, holding up your mirror to catch the sunâs rays. âWell, if youâre my servant, you may bow.â
The girls giggle as they attempt to curtsy.
âThat was terrible,â you swirl your cape in response. âIt needs work. Now off with you!â
You turn and begin to stroll in the direction of the Magic Castle, aware that your little entourage is following you. Children are running after you and a few of them ask to hold your hand, which you allow graciously.
âCome, come, walk with me. The Wishing Well is filthy, Snow White hasnât been doing her job lately. Out of my way! Out of our way, peasants!â You proclaim loudly, making everyone aware that youâre currently conducting your own parade.
Your shift is due to end soon, but you canât resist passing by the Magic Castle just once. If you get the timing right, Jimin should be doing his rounds there while Ariel is stuck inside at in a photo sessionâŠ
From far away you spot the bright blue jacket of his blazer, his dark black hair glowing in the sun and his pretty smiles as he twirls a child around in his arms. The sight of Park Jimin as Prince Eric nearly makes you want to smile, and you barely manage to keep your smirk of disdain on.
âMy Queen, what do you think of Prince Eric? Isnât he just the dreamiest?â One of your followers sighs from behind you as they catch a glimpse of the Prince. âHe would make a great servant!â
âThatâs precisely the reason why I came here, to recruit a new servant,â you concede, waving your mirror in the air as you approach Jimin. âI think a poison apple or two should be enough to take care of Princess Ariel, and then heâll be all mine!â
Your laughter makes Jimin glance up at your approaching entourage, and well-mannered as his character is, he gives you a slight bow.
âWell, to what pleasure do we owe your presence to? Not here to give out any poisoned apples, are we?â Jimin holds a childâs hand as they attempt to hide behind him.
âNot at all⊠not yet at least,â you smile deviously, gesturing to all the people following you. âSomeone here suggested youâd make a good servant⊠and I came here to see for myself.â
âAh, Iâm afraid I have to politely decline,â Jimin says with a small bow, but you can see the slight smile on his face. âAs much as it would be an honour to serve you, my Queen, Iâm afraid my allegiance lies elsewhere.â
âHmmm,â you consider his rejection with a finger on your chin, checking your reflection in your mirror before you answer. âWell, at least he has manners. Which is more than I can say for his other half, that fish girl. I guess he needs to make up for the both of them.â
You can see it takes everything Jimin has not to giggle with his entire body like he usually does. Swirling your cape, you turn around and stride to the nearest exit, waving goodbye to your followers.
A few minutes later, Jimin follows you into one of the dressing rooms already laughing.
âYou did it on purpose! I nearly broke character because of you,â Jimin points an accusing finger at you, but his giggles take all the sting out of it. He takes your hand and the two of you start to walk back to your fur characterâs dressing room, taking the shortcut through the tunnels so that god forbid, no one in the park sees Prince Eric and The Evil Queen holding hands and giggling together.
In all the fairytales you read as a child, itâs always the Princess who gets her Prince and her happy ending. Never in your wildest dreams would you imagine that something like this would be possible, and yet here you are, walking hand in hand with the Prince of your dreams.
Maybe you donât have to be a princess to get a happy ending after all.
âI should come by more often, youâre cute when flustered,â you tease him as he opens the door to the dressing room, and youâre thankful that no one can see the silly smile on your face that definitely doesnât fit the Evil Queen.
âUgh, get a room,â Yoongi peeks an eye open and closes it immediately at the sight of the two of you.
âThis is a room,â you say, and Jimin only reluctantly lets go of your hand to let you take off your makeup.
Yoongi only grumbles and goes back to napping, and the two of you quieten down in the unspoken agreement that a sleepy Yoongi is like a bear that should best be left in hibernation.
You retrieve your phone to check your messages that you missed while being away for the past few hours, only to see that you have five missed calls and three messages all from the same number.
Opening the latest message, your heart skips a few excited beats.
Dear ______,
This is Mr Kim, Casting Manager for Broadwayâs Maleficient. I refer to your audition tape sent in a few weeks back, apologies for the delay in getting back to you. Iâd like to formally invite you down for an audition at your earliest possible convenience. The directors are all very excited to meet you, especially after watching your audition tape of your current role as The Evil Queen at Disneyland. Youâve become somewhat of an internet sensation, and we would love to have a chance to meet you in person. Please let me know what date works for you, or give me a call any time.
Your hands are shaking. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.
âWhat? What is it?â Jimin asks in concern, peeking over your shoulder to read the text.
Then he lets out a loud whoop that makes Yoongi grunt in annoyance.
âYou better not be giving him blowjob right in front of my salad or Iâm kicking the two of you out on your naked assesâŠâ
â______ got a fucking Broadway audition! Sheâs going to BROADWAY!!!!â
Jimin is beside himself with excitement, and you turn to kiss him, not because you want to shut him up (though it does accomplish that too). Â
You kiss him because you feel like every happy ending deserves to end with a kiss like this, only then does it count as a happily ever after.
#bts#bts smut#btssmutclub#bts jimin#bts park jimin#ksmutclub#bts jimin smut#happy birthday jimin#jimin's bday fic is here!!!!!!!#a whole day early for all you PST folks#ps excuse the low quality header#it was the only thing keeping me going throughout this monster length of a fic
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Happy birthday my love ~ Harry Holland
pairing: harry holland x reader
warnings: pregnancy and honestly nothing more
summary: you have another present for your boyfriend and you have no idea what's his reaction gonna be
word count: 1,4k
It wasnât another normal monday. It was not only valentineâs day, but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Samâs 23rd birthday. Harry was out of town on a press tour with Tom, so there wasnât that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, and you, and maybe a facetime date with Harry at night if youâll get lucky.
You wanted to visit him, but your shitty boss didnât give you your well deserved week off, so the best you could do was facetime call, and force Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months ago.
It really bugged you that you couldnât be with Harry on such a special day, but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to at least make his day good.
You called him first thing in the morning with wishes, and spent a few hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you werenât exactly able to talk that much because of Harryâs busy schedule.
âI really wish I could be there with you, Iâm sorry I didnât make it babe.â
âItâs not your fault love, weâre gonna make it up when I'm back.â
His smile wasnât the brightest, but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes.
âI really hope youâre gonna have fun with Tom today, and donât forget about the facetime dinner with your family, your mum is really looking forward to that.â
âYeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, weâre gonna talk later right?â
âOf course, have fun tonight. I love you.â
âI know, I love you too. See you at dinnerâ
Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harryâs voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say âsee you at dinnerâ? Did he mean over the phone, or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasnât going to be there, but you still wanted to be dressed up for the occasion.
Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you havenât expected anyone else, besides Harrison and Grace, and Samâs girlfriend, who were already at your place.
You went to the door with the feeling itâs just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door, and indeed saw your neighbor, Milly.
âYou need to borrow some more sugar right?â
She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety kicked in, and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener.
âIf you donât mindâ
âNo, of course not, let me just grab it real quickly.â
You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyoneâs eyes. You felt terrible to crush it.
âMy neighbor needs some sugar.â
You saw the sadness filled the room.
âHey, maybe try to call them already, Iâll be back in a minute.â
Sam took his phone out, and you went towards the door.
âHereâs the su-â
âHi darling.â
And here, outside of your door, stood not only Milly, but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend.
âOH MY GODâ
You flung towards him and hugged him tightly.
âYouâre here, Harry! Oh, your family is going to be so happy. Câmon guys.â
You greeted Tom, and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams, and your heart swelled. Harry was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears.
You handed Milly the pack.
âLet me know if the cake turns out good.â
âYou got it. And have fun!â
When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time, but now the closer it got, you were more nervous.
You heard footsteps and felt someoneâs presence behind you. You turned around just to peeked at whoever came in.
âTom. Why arenât you with your fam?â
âWanted to talk to you.â
âOh.â
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, everythingâs fine, Iâm just slightly nervous about the dinner.â
âIâm not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When itâs out there?â
âCut it, Holland. Itâs none of your business.â
âOf course it is. Itâs my brother and youâre like a sister to me. Iâm just looking after you allâ
âIâm not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I donât want to throw it on him on his birthday, especially now that heâs so stressed with work.â
âDo you think that you really will find a better time? Thereâs no gonna be a perfect one. Just think about it.â
He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen, and brought all of the food to the table.
âCome on, letâs eat.â
The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet, the closer itâs been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry the more stressed youâve become.
Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you, and wrapped his hands around your tummy.
âHi darling.â
âHi.â
âCâmon. Letâs go to bed. Itâs been a long day for both of us.â
âI canât, I need to clean this up.â
âNo no no no. WE can clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.â
âTechnically itâs already tomorrow, baby.â
âImma force you to come with me if you wonât do that voluntarily.â
He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you, but you stopped him.
âDonât do that.â
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, just please donât.â
âOkay love. Can we go to bed now?â
You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed, and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back, and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up.
âIs everything alright love? Youâve been quite distant today. Are you sure youâre okay?â
âYeah I just⊠Iâve got you a present.â
He smiled adorably at you.
âYou know you didnât have to, right?â
âI do, but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.â
âI love you too. C'mere.â
He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted, and you saw the pure adoration in his eyes when he looked up at you.
âThank you, my love.â
He leaned in, and kissed you gently, but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern.
âIâve got something else for you.â
You reached for a small box in your drawer, and handed it to him.
âWhatâs that?â
âJust open it.â
âIs this real or is this just a prank?â
He did as you told, and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldnât read any emotions which made you even more nervous.
âItâs real.â
Silence.
âLook if you donât want this you donât have to stick around, I know itâs shitty timing but I figured at least you deserve to know.â
Silence.
You were terrified. Youâd rather prefer him to get mad, and yell at you than the silence, and uncertainty what next.
âY/Nâ
You looked at him.
âI want this. With you. I love you and Iâm not giving up on neither of you.â
Your eyes filled with tears.
âHey donât cry baby. Itâs okay, come here.â
He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down, Harry spooned you, and kept his hand on your still flat stomach.
âIâm scared Harry.â
âI know. Iâm scared too. But itâs okay, weâll figure it out. Seriously, weâll be fine. Get some sleep sweetheart, itâs been one hell of a day huh?â
âYeah. Good night baby.â
He kissed the back of your head.
âNight loveâ
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